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This is the first MOC I post on BZP (and my latest MOC to date), hope you guys gonna enjoy it! It's my interpretation of what a Destral Cycle, modified for a Matoran driver, could look like. Includes teal! Here's the link to the image: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/aljarreau/DestralCycle/010.jpg EDIT: Oh sorry, here's the link to the Gallery: http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=525203 The Plasma Skakdi on the far right is just a doodling ^^ Edit: Image deeplinked; the page you provided had an instance of a word filtered on BZPower. Feel free to link to the BShelf gallery when it is public, however. -Wind-
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Background: Before the Makuta revolted, Saski and her sisters worked as messengers, relaying important and otherwise confidential messages to key members of the brotherhood. What they didn't realize was that these messages were in fact information crucial to the poisoning of Mata Nui. Teridax was not the only one who conspired against the great spirit. And it passed right under their noses. Once this information was found out and the Makuta began their riot, the Destral Sisters attempted to flee as toa left and right were dropping dead from incoming shadow blasts. Unfortunately they could not escape Gorast, who had been blocking the only exit out of the facility. They were soon captured and put under surveillance by Krika, who deemed that the sisters were too important to eliminate, and without giving an explanation. During their imprisonment, the sisters were put through various forms of torture and interrogation to get important information on the Order, the secret organization that was formed to stop the Brotherhood from taking full control. But the sisters resisted, knowing full well if the information was passed to the Makuta, then all hope would be lost. Thankfully, after Saski had been through a grueling punishment, Koku had managed to steal the keys to their cell from Krika, who had grown infatuated with water toa since their previous attempt at escaping. They dove into the ocean and swam to the nearest dock in order to steal a boat they previously planned to use in their old escape route. Makuta gave chase, and they sped away. Now venturing into foreign lands to keep the information safe, how long can they last before they are caught? So here they are. I hope you like'em! Also, if anyone is somehow offended by Koku, I apologize. But that's her design and it will stay that way.
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Lekii ran through the halls of Destral, clutching his prize close. Panting, he turned the corner, only to come face to face with a Kahgarak, which clicked its mandibles menacingly and slowly raised its back. Wincing, he prepared to feel the Visorak’s Rhotuka strike his body, but instead he heard a booming laugh. As he slowly lowered his hands from his face, Lekii cringed before a hulking Vortixx. Extremely slim at the waist, but covered with armor elsewhere, the Vortixx had two orange spikes protruding from its head, matching its burning eyes. Lekii’s heart grew cold as he recognized the former Order member standing in front of him. “Traitor! Makuta’s spawn! Why do you prevent my passage?” The Vortixx smiled eerily. “I never said you could not pass, Lekii. I merely suggest that you do not.” Rolling his eyes, Lekii pushed past his adversary and continued to run. The Vortixx watched him go, and then muttered to himself. “The things fools do…” As Lekii burst out of the fortress, he paused to catch his breath and examine the disk he held. Etched with a carving of a mask, it pushed all other thoughts out of his mind. Standing still, consumed with awe, Lekii never noticed the shadow that slipped up behind him, never noticed the darkness enveloping him, never noticed his heartlight flickering. As the Matoran sank to the sand, a blade neatly sliced through his arm. The hooded figure that held it smiled as Lekii writhed in agony. Licking his lips, he watched the Matoran’s pain. This one would be fun to play with. He must remember to thank that Vortixx for delivering a particularly nice specimen this time. As the light flickers over a beach on Destral, an observer may notice the remnants of several Kanohi. If one looks closely, you will find that each of the fragments is arranged to spell out one word in Matoran:
