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  1. I. The cardinal rule of trickery is this: attempting two deceptions at once typically results in the failure of both. This old sentiment flutters across the back of my mind as I spot the Jaga, and my grip on the hammer loosens as those words from the captain finish their flight through my skull. This would not be so hard after all. The scorpion is crouched amongst the rocks at the foot of the mesa. Were I not looking for it, I never would have picked out its dull, sun-bleached carapace and beady little eyes from the sand and boulders surrounding it. But I am aware of its first deception, and so its second means nothing. And it knows I am coming. It is hard to contain some deep, blunt sense of rancor or perverse excitement, maybe some of both, as I trudge through the sand. But I heed the captain’s words again, different ones this time. This is to be a clean job. Minimally brutal. He has come to me and made these provisions because he had no other choice, because my “minimally brutal” exceeds the worst his others could muster. And their worst is not enough for this. The Jaga is remarkably still as I begin to pick my way through the stones. I suppose its stillness would be what it has mastered. It will do little else. Before long I am nearly upon it, and it must finally drop its self-pretense that maybe I actually do not see it. The creature springs to life, lunging at me with a pincer. It is poorly aimed and if I didn’t know better I might think the Jaga did not mean to hit me at all. Nevertheless I stumble back, finding a foothold on a rock wedged into the sand. I bring the hammer about as the thing swipes with its other pincer; the hammer connects with it and sends the scorpion tumbling to the side. By the time it finds its footing down where the desert levels out, I am already nearly on it again, taking a swing for the armor just behind its head. It scuttles backwards, my hammer digging into the sand. Then the stinger comes at me and I am barely able to jerk to the left, wrenching my weapon from the ground as Ido. The beast lashes furiously with the stinger, and it almost seems there are many Jaga bearing down on me. It is pushing me back towards the rocks, and inevitably the wall of the mesa. I allow it. It doesn’t mind giving me the high ground in this situation. The stinger can follow me up. But soon enough, I see an opportunity it does not. I brace myself against the boulder my feet are planted on, gripping the hammer so the flat top of the head faces out like a shield. As the Jaga stops, coiling for a strike, I leap from the rock. A satisfying crunch breaks out as I land, my hammer having pinned the tail and stinger to the flat slab of stone embedded in the sand that I’d waited for the Jaga to pass over. It squirms and writhes and chitters, and I know I can’t hold it for long. But both of us know all I have to do is lift my foot and bring it down on the hammer to clip its tail in half. How badly I want to. But the Jaga relents, and gives up on its first deception. There is a glow beneath me, brighter than the desert sun above me, and then there is Corvec Ma, Toa of Stone, lying on the ground in front of me. Before he can even so much as blink, my hammer meets his face and sends his Mahiki skipping away across several stones. * * * I sit now in Captain Davik’s office, periodically looking between the captain himself, who sits at his desk, and Corvec, who sits behind bars. The room is silent. Davik holds the Great Mahiki in his hands, eyeing it wearily, almost fondly. Above all he is a tired man, tired of trying to run Rar-Kor in the absence of true leadership, tired of the almost daily updates to the lists of missing Matoran from around the region, tired of having to specify the parameters of “minimal brutality”. He was not pleased to see me drag in the Toa’s unconscious body, tossing the dented Kanohi on his desk. Somehow the captain has forgotten. Somehow he cannot see that this was minimal. Corvec is crosslegged on the floor of the cell Davik had installed in the office to make interrogations easier. I see in his eyes the easy smile of a man who has it all figured out, but if pressed could not explain what “it all” was. The powerless copper Komau he wears for the time being is the only thing out of place. His bleached, sandy armor might as well make him another crumbling wall in this town. Or a Jaga after all. If he is on the verge of collapse like such a wall, his posture suggests a cool acceptance of it, which angers me. Why should he escape his own mess? His eyes meet mine and I pour all the hatred and malice I can into my stare, if I hadn’t already. His gaze does not falter. Mine does. The captain sets the Mahiki on his desk carefully, somberly, like it’s a tablet reporting an incoming Westing assault on Rar-Kor. He has finally chosen his words. Standing from his stool, he comes around the desk, standing between me and the cell. “Toa Corvec,” he offers with a modest bow. I nearly gag. But I do not disrespect the captain. This is a necessary evil. Corvec’s eyes now meet Davik’s, but he offers no other acknowledgement to the honorific address. The captain clears his throat. “I would have you know of my sorrow for your loss, -for our loss- for your comrades gave to Kor services we can never repay.” He stumbles in his mouth. “That is not to say you yourself are without a long list of great deeds,” he adds quickly. It’s been almost two years since Corvec did any deed, great or otherwise. “Secondly, I would like to apologize personally for the way my deputy-” “Just tell me what you want.” There is a great distance to his voice I did not expect, like he is here but his voice comes down on the wind from the mesa where I found him. The captain seems at once more tense and relaxed. “Alright,” he says, his old voice coming out more evenly now. “I’ll be upfront with you. We have a problem, the whole region does, really and it requires skills that only you possess.” “So what?” Davik’s jaw clenches behind his Huna and, in a rare moment of serendipity, he is thinking exactly what I am. ‘So what is that you are a Toa, and you swore an oath to protect this region until you’ve fulfilled your destiny, whatever that may be’. But these are not the words that leave his mouth. Instead, he sighs quietly and says, “Does the name ‘Gorloh’ mean anything to you?” We both know that yes, it does, and so are not surprised to see Corvec lean forward and then stand, the ease fading from his eyes. “What about him?” “We have reason to believe he is behind a recent string of murders and disappearances around Kor. I understand he is a delicate topic for you, which is why we were wary of simply approaching you to ask.” “Delicate topic for me. That why you sent her out to smash my head in?” “You attacked me first, you miserable rust-” “Halak, please!” The captain raises his hand to silence me, although he does not speak too harshly. He is surprised I lasted as long as I did without interjecting. “...minding my own business out in the wastes and she drags me in here…” “Toa Corvec, I understand your frustrations. I really do. We were perfectly willing to continue to leave you alone indefinitely-” I let the captain speak for me here, incorrect as he may be, “-but we heard from a Matoran in Jok-Kor who claims to be an old acquaintance of yours. He said the situation is becoming so dire that the only solution he could come up with was to have us try and ask you for help. That’s why we sought you out.” “What’s his name?” “Ratuk. He keeps me informed on happenings in Jok-Kor. Roads are dangerous these days; it;s not worth going anywhere on foot if it can be helped.” A second name from his past seems to make this more tangible to Corvec. His eyes grow distant, like his voice, and it seems to me for the first time in two years he’s giving something serious thought. “Alright. I’ll go to Jok-Kor and check things out. But not for you, and certainly not because she treated me so nicely. Because of… the guy,” he says with a nod, like he’s speaking to himself as much as he is to us. “And I have a few conditions.” I roll my eyes but manage to keep my mouth shut. Davik waits expectantly. “I want out of this cell before I leave for anywhere. I want my mask back. And I would like to track down my blades. I’ll need them.” “How do we know you won’t just run off?” I let out before I can stop myself. The captain glares but says nothing. Corvec meets my gaze again. “Because I want him dead more than you ever could.” * * * The copper Komau of victory is back in the drawers of the captain’s desk. The cell is empty, the Mahiki gone. I watch Corvec from the doorway of the enforcement office as he sits on the village’s border wall, facing the sunset. He is doing what we have watched him do for the last two years. Corvec litters the wind with the ghosts of ghosts, with faces and voices that exist only in memory, memory of a time when he was someone always, not someone sometimes and sometimes a thing. The Mahiki will glow all night as he lives in his own private world where he can pretend he isn’t a nearly-useless failure of a being. The captain and I exchange a terse smile as he passes by on his way out of the office. We have not broken any rules; we are operating with just one deception. Review Topic
  2. Tarn

    Kara-Nui

    PROLOGUE Not long ago: He was our salvation. A Toa of Light who claimed to have crossed the endless ocean from a landmass unknown to us, and landed here--on Kara-Nui. He said his name was 'Arrec,' and that in the language of his island, this meant 'a welcoming.' He was worshipped like a god, like Mata Nui Himself had stepped down from His place in our heavens and graced us with His presence--and Arrec might as well have been god to us. He was beautiful, and radiated like the twin suns. We embraced him. In the days following the Toa Civil War our island had become a place of sadness and pain, he turned that into happiness and comfort. He marched around the island, proclaiming his name and his good works to all who wanted to hear. He claimed he would help us to rebuild. To bring us back to the old ways and save Kara-Nui from ruin. Reunite her Toa under a single banner and make us strong again. He was a deceiver. He had preyed on our vulnerability like a muaka preys on the beasts of the flock. We had been blind to the truth, too caught up in jubilation to see something wasn't right. He revealed his true colors to us in an act of brazen violence--unveiling himself as a Toa of Shadow, a warrior enveloped in darkness and spite--and felling a multitude of innocents. Our angel was a demon. He claimed to be an envoy of the Unseen Voice, a figure seen as myth in our culture, who in just a matter of days revealed themselves to be so very real. He had come to take the island in the name of his master. The Toa who remained after the Civil War tried to fight back, but were struck down one by one by his dark might. Those who did not fight simply surrendered, and whether they lived much longer after that was up to Arrec. Our once beautiful savior was now twisted and ugly as blood splattered onto his dark armor, as he tore us apart wearing a face of determination--and glee. It didn't take long for him to stamp out all opposition and take control of the island, settling into the magnificent tower at its center, the bodies of those he had murdered piled around its base. He was our end. - excerpt from an unpublished article by Hashei, Kara-Nui chronicler, before he vanished from his home without a trace ~~~ Two thousand years ago, six Matoran sat at a table. The lights around them were dimmed and their own eyes illuminated the room for the most part, obscuring their masks. It felt appropriate, given the nature of the meeting. Obscuring things, that is. "So it's decided," one wearing a shape that appeared to be a Pakari said, "we hide the evidence and go on like nothing's different. This is life now, and we will say it was always like this." The rest of the gathered beings nodded in agreement, eyeing eachother as if to spot any dissenters. "For the good of the island," the Pakari-wearer said. "For the good of the island," the others repeated in chorus. Unknown to anyone in the room, just outside the door an uninvited Ta-Matoran listened in. ~~~ Now. The object hummed with energy, a light glow emanating from beneath the cloth wrapped tightly around it. A pair of cold blue eyes studied it, as the figure turned it over in his aged and shaky hands. He wasn't going to stand idly by as his island fell further and further into the dark. If he could not fight back, maybe someone else could. And he prayed they'd do better than he did, and not make the same mistakes his comrades had. He prayed they'd be nothing like them. ... REVIEW TOPIC
  3. Alrighty folks! This is my first time posting any of my work, so feedback is definitely welcome! (Review topic: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/28099-universe-of-the-cyclical-paradigm-review-topic/ ) This takes place after Spherus Magna is made whole again and Teridax in destroyed. You may notice a few things that initially seem to conflict with the established cannon, so I wanted to clarify a few things to preface the story. First, I see just about everything up til the end of Journey's End as cannon, but I don't pick up where any of the unfinished serials left off-so Kopaka and Pohatu did not go to the red star in my story. I might at some point use some ideas or characters introduced in those stories, but in reinvented ways. Second, this takes place in an alternate universe, so certain things might be different. So! Without further ado, The Universe of the Cyclical Paradigm: Chapter 1 Mata Nui was gone. After defeating Makuta Teridax and restoring Spherus Magna, after having freed his people, after completing his destiny, he was gone. He was not precisely dead, however. His consciousness came to rest in the Mask of Life, and after leaving his people one last message, he began a long, well deserved, peaceful rest. Toa Tahu stared into the empty eye holes of the Ignika, the Mask of Life, through which Mata Nui's eyes once saw out. The pedestal on which the mask now sat was housed inside of the massive metal cave that once formed the skull of the now shattered robot of the Great Desert, the titan of Bara Magna. Mata Nui's last great act was to simultaneously call upon the Ignika's powers of restoration and to release all of the remaining energy reserves powering the desert titan. The resulting explosion rocked the entire planet of Spherus Magna; however, this explosion left not death, but life in its wake. The Ignika had summoned all of its powers over regeneration, restoration, and creation-a whirlwind of energy swirling and crackling with beauty and white light in the core of the colossus. Thus, when Mata Nui overloaded the desert titan’s energy reserves, the resulting explosion carried the power of the Ignika with it, spreading the forces of that whirlwind across the battle scarred and broken planet. Tahu himself had been at the feet of the colossus when the explosion occurred; his entire being was bathed in the maelstrom of healing. He could feel his armor growing hot, his body beginning to smoke and sizzle within and without-but there was no pain. He felt all his battle wounds being restored, even the old scar he bore under his mask from his battle with the Rakshi Lehrak, a wound which not even the greatest healers of Ga-Koro could heal, slowly grow together to form undamaged tissue. The familiar light "clomp" of Turaga Vakama's staff on the floor pulled Tahu's mind back to the present-all sounds, big or small echoed all through the cavern, growing to a volume that somehow felt both deafening and faint. "The Cave of Memory is indeed a fitting name for this place, Turaga. Your wisdom again brings our people much good." Tahu did not look away from the eyes of the mask as he spoke to the old teacher and dear friend behind him. "I benefited much from the council of Raanu, for through the eyes of him and his people we may see Mata Nui anew." The wizened mentor placed a hand on his former pupil’s shoulder. Vakama remembered well the day he realized his destiny was complete as a Toa. "Tahu, I know the path you walk." Vakama wistfully gazed at his own gaunt hands and stumpy fingers, remembering the strong fists that once grappled with Makuta Teridax, forged the Great Kanohi Vahi, bent fire itself to his will, hands that had surrendered their power to save the lives of millions of Matoran long ago. Vakama’s spoke in a mere murmur as his eyes saw memories of battles from long ago. "It is a difficult thing to be in complete control of fire, to become one with the flames dancing at your command...To be asked to surrender that power, truly there is no greater test that a Toa can face." Tahu looked away from the mask, slowly rising from his knees as he addressed Vakama behind him. "Turaga, your words mean well, but what I am asked to do is more than you know." He slowly turned, sorrow in his eyes. "Toa Mata, Toa Nuva, Mistika, Phantoka. We have born many names over the ages, fought with new weapons and armour, but always with the same objective-protect Mata Nui. But in his hour of darkest, most desperate need, I could do nothing to aid him. Yes I fought Makuta's armies, but what did it matter? Even in the final battle the role I played was trivial at best." "Tahu, if you were not a Toa of Fire, I would say this desert heat has addled your mind. Must I remind you of how your instrumental defeat of the armies of Makuta's Rakshi gave Mata Nui the moment he needed to deal the final blow to Makuta?" Tahu was silent for a long time. He slowly turned to look back into the eyes of the Ignika. "The Golden Armour failed. Turaga, I was not the one who killed the Rakshi." Chapter 2 <<>>one month prior<<>> There is an enemy more savage than a Kanohi Dragon, more cunningly cruel as Ten Krom, quieter than Stone Rat, and more deadly than the Dreaming Plague. Panic. In a time nearly beyond Tahu's memory, Hydraxon had once said "If you find yourself impaled on a spear or feel a deadly poison coursing through your veins, you may yet survive; however, if you lose yourself to panic even in the safest of situations, I assure you that you will not live long enough to even understand what killed you." Right now, there was only one thing that kept Tahu safe from panic-purpose; namely, the Golden Armour. Takanuva and Gresh raced toward Tahu, each carrying two pieces of the Golden Armour. The words of the Ignika echoed in his ears: "I can create the armor, but be warned... it can be used but once, and there is no telling what its use will do to you." This was it. The moment for which Tahu was created. The leader of the Toa Mata, the elite bodyguards of Mata Nui, was to save his charge from this ancient foe, Makuta Teridax. Tahu, taking the armour from his companions, donned the powerful relics. As he felt the Golden Armour's power surge through him, the sound of the chaos of battle, the touch of the swirling sand, and the blistering heat all grew dim and distant. Tahu looked up and saw the surrounding armies of Makuta charging through the sand, and in that moment, it became clear-he knew what he must do. Tahu saw the battle unfold as it should: using the Golden Armour to kill the Rakshi: Makuta's distraction, the impact with Bota Magna, and the restoration of Spherus Magna. But as he readied himself, Tahu happened to glance at Makuta, and saw something in Makuta's eyes. It was a glint of green, just a quick flicker. For a quick second Tahu saw in Makuta the eyes of Lehrak-the Rakshi of poison who had destroyed his home, turned Tahu against his fellow Toa, and gave him the painful scar across his face. In that second, the meaning of the word Rakshi became all too clear: Sons of Makuta. Makuta. Makuta the betrayer, Makuta the destroyer, Makuta the murderer, Makuta the thief, Makuta the deceiver, Makuta the manipulator, Makuta the dictator, Makuta the possessor, Makuta the fate twister. Fate twister. What if Tahu's face had never been scarred? What if Tahu had never turned on the Toa Nuva? What if Tahu had led the Toa to guard the Herald of the Toa of Light? What if Tahu, the leader of the Toa... had been destined to become the Toa of Light? To wield light against the shadow, fire and light as glorious as the sun.... but Makuta sent Lehrak to prevent it. Tahu felt his scar throbbing, burning, pounding through his whole being, like acid coursing through his veins. He knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but he didn't care. His vision became unfocused, a sickly green glow creeping around the edges of his sight. He knew that this was the power of poison, that somehow his scar had power over him again, that Makuta was reinfecting him, that he must not give in to the poison. But he didn't care. All he wanted was revenge. Revenge for his scar, for all the Matoran killed by mutated Rahi, for the destruction caused by the Bohrok and the Barang, for the savagery of the Rakshi and the destruction of the island of Mata Nui, for all the Toa that had died before him, for Matoro, for the evil of this long, long war. The pain of Tahu's scar burned hotter and hotter, bore deeper and deeper-until one thought filled his mind: "I should be the one to kill Makuta." At first, the Golden Armour resisted Tahu, as if it knew that this was not what it was destined to do; however, Tahu forced it to his will, and unleashed all of the power of the armour in one massive shockwave aimed at Makuta Teridax. The energy roared through and out of the armour, the metal itself dissolving away from his body. Tahu watched the shockwave gather before him, felt the energy depart from his possession-and enter that of another. Some unknown presence took control of the energy and sent it flying away towards the Rakshi, obliterating the mightiest army of Makuta Teridax in one massive blow. The shock of such a loss distracted Makuta for one critical second. Mata Nui used this critical moment to grab the evil giant and shove him into the oncoming path of Bota Magna, a distant moon summoned by the battle between the two titans. Makuta was obliterated. Mata Nui was safe. But Tahu was filled with rage. He was robbed of his rightful place. Chapter 3 <<>>present day<<>> "The poison didn't leave me until The Restoration. Then, once my mind cleared, I realized what I had done." Tahu stared at the floor of the Sanctuary of Peace, unable to face his old mentor. "When the time came, when my destiny was to be fulfilled, I failed." Turaga Vakama stood in silence, his emotions not registering on his face. When he did speak, his old voice croaked. "And you feel that to become a Turaga would rob you of any opportunity to redeem yourself" he murmured. He again fell into silence, one hand behind his back, leaning heavily on his staff in a posture he often adopted while thinking. After a long silence, the wise Turaga looked into the warrior's eyes. "Tahu, I remember when you first came upon the shores of Mata Nui and stumbled into Ta-Koro. I have watched you and guided you through your whole journey, as a friend and a mentor." The hunched shoulders of the Turaga lurched and shook as he slowly began to cry and his voice began to crack with emotion. "But when I look at you now, all I can feel is my shame." The old leader, now openly weeping, dropped his staff, covering his face and sobbing into his hands. He fell to his knees, wracked with sorrow and guilt. Tahu stood watching his old teacher Vakama, turning his back on his beloved pupil. He slowly turned to the exit and beckoned Tahu to follow. "You must reclaim your honor, now." Tahu eagerly caught up to Vakama, relieved to have a direct task set before him again. "Where do we travel to, Turaga?" The old Turaga turned his back on the leader of the Toa Nuva. Quietly, controlling his voice with great effort, Vakama spoke to his pupil; "Leave, Tahu. Leave and don't come back until you are redeemed." The warrior looked at the hunched figure, began to protest, but then closed his mouth, and fixed his gaze on the horizon. "Farewell, Turaga. I am sorry to have failed you." The Toa of fire began walking into the desert. With every step he took, he realized more and more that he did not know where he would go, but he took each step faster and faster until he was far beyond the sight of his mentor. "Farewell, Son of flame." Murmured Vakama as Tahu vanished into the desert haze. "I pray you will find peace faster than I did."
  4. {Main Story Topic} Pretty self-evident, I think. Questions, comments, reviews, all is welcome.
  5. Well, it's taken a while, but I'm finally getting back to writing the fanfic that I started development on before I even started my previous epic. This one started off when I got a heavy dose of inspiration from NickonPlanetRipple's "Nova Orbis" epic, and the first version could justifiably be described as a rip-off of that idea. However, it's gone through a lot of iterations behind the scenes since then and I'm finally ready to present it. The plan is to post a new chapter at the beginning of every month. So, without further ado... {Review Topic} Prologue Five-hundred years ago, the same number of Matoran and one Turaga were going about their daily lives. Once, their sole purpose of existence had been to work and maintain an enormous construct, a machine of staggering dimensions with one mission: to re-form a shattered planet and ensure that the events that had destroyed it would never occur again. This plan was nearly foiled on several occasions, but after thousands of years, the planet of Spherus Magna was whole again and the Matoran left the now broken machine that had been their universe. As they met those who had been left behind, their cultures interacted, mixed, and though conflict was far from absent, they eventually could hardly be distinguished from one another. Matoran spread across the entirety of the reformed planet, founding cities with Toa protecting them. New generations were constructed and raised, thriving on this paradise world. Eventually, some would even leave the planet entirely, searching for new worlds to settle as progress continued its relentless march forward. Now, five-hundred Matoran and one Turaga were to become its victims. An inventor was about to test his life's work. His creation was a potential miracle, a device that could enable Matoran to travel enormous distances in the blink of an eye. He'd kept it secret, not wanting this power to fall into the wrong hands, but if this test was successful he felt that it would at last be ready to be revealed to the world. However, the test did not go as planned. One variable unaccounted for, one component incorrectly calibrated, one calculation in error and the inventor found himself unable to control his creation. The gate it created was unstable, drawing more and more power as the machine surged beyond what any of its instruments could measure, culminating in a monumental explosion which destroyed the machine and all but killed its inventor. His work was ruined; it would be years before he could possibly rebuild the machine and discover his error. As he lay unconscious, he could not have known that his creation, in its one brief moment of operation, had single-handedly caused the greatest disaster to befall the Matoran in thousands of years. Only weeks later, when he woke up in a hospital bed, a nurse informed him of the catastrophic consequences of his experiment: five-hundred Matoran and one Turaga had vanished in an instant from their homes, their jobs, their lives… and no one knew where they were. No one on Spherus Magna had even the faintest idea of what had happened to them, or if they were even still alive. As far as anyone could tell, they were there one moment and then gone the next. They had all disappeared at the exact same time, shortly before this explosion destroyed what had, until then, appeared to be a normal Fe-Matoran workshop and several others around it. When the inventor's work was made public, the Matoran sadly concluded that their missing friends and colleagues were most likely dead, sucked in and destroyed somehow by this monstrous machine. The inventor was imprisoned, forbidden to ever attempt to construct such a device again, and a city mourned the loss of so many of its inhabitants and one of its long-time leaders. A memorial was erected, ceremonies performed, and life slowly returned to normal. No one knew or could have known that those who had vanished were not in fact dead, though they certainly were lost. While the fires were still being put out and the inventor still lay half-buried under the rubble of his home, five-hundred Matoran and one Turaga found themselves standing among titanic trees in a fog-shrouded land, wondering where they were. --- Pale moonlight illuminated the thin veil of mist that hung over the tranquil Komisi bay. A faint orange glow coming from inland outlined the trunks of giant trees and the rooftops of Gol Rui on the shoreline; even now, in the middle of the night, Matoran in the Tahai district were keeping the forges hot and ready for the morning shift. By contrast, the shoreline district of Garo was dark and devoid of activity; the Ga-Matoran had no reason to work through the night, their fishing boats safely moored to wooden piers jutting out into the bay. A small speck of light appeared from within one of the city streets and proceeded to make its way along the waterfront. It was a lantern, carried by a hunched-over Matoran clad in a heavy cloak. Shuffling along slowly and using a cane to steady herself, she passed two piers that each played home to several large vessels. She proceeded down the third pier she reached, though it was much smaller than the previous two and featured one vessel, a small craft moored at its end. Though little more than a rowboat with a small mast able to host a single sail, it would have to do; the Matoran clambered into the boat, untied it from its moorings, then rowed out onto the bay. It was a slow journey, not helped by her having to stop to recuperate every few minutes. Still, half an hour after she had set off, the city, shoreline, and even the light of the Tahai had all long vanished into the mists. She withdrew the oars into the boat and looked around. There was nothing but water and fog in every direction. Satisfied in her isolation, she reached into her cloak and pulled out a package. After taking another look around, she proceeded to unwrap it. Two layers of papyrus later, its contents were revealed: a small note, which she laid down into the boat, and a cylindrical rod about 20 cm long that gave off a faint, white light. However, its glow intensified to a bright blue at the very moment when her finger touched it, illuminating the Matoran, the boat, the water and the mist all around. In spite of the bright light, she studied the object for a minute, turning it in her hands in contemplation. Then, suddenly, she reached out, suspending it over the water in her hand. She hesitated; one, two, three seconds passed, and then she drew back just as quickly. Again she inspected the rod, watching it intently as though it would provide answers on its own. None were forthcoming. She shook her head. “We do not need them,” she muttered. With those words, a sudden resolve overtook her. In one quick motion, she tossed the rod overboard. With a muffled ‘ploomp’ it fell into the water, which for a moment seemed to light up all around the boat. Yet that resolve faded almost immediately; within moments, she ducked for the edge of the boat and reached towards where the rod had landed. But it was already too late: its glow in the water diminished as it quickly sank, and within seconds the Komisi appeared dark once again. She continued to peer over the edge of the boat, straining her eyes for the faintest sign of light, but there was nothing left to see. Eventually, she pulled back and sat down in the boat’s thwart. There was now turning back now. Either she was right, or the Matoran of Misira Nui were doomed.
  6. The best TV show ever (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) has finally been brought back after it was tragically cancelled without reason with 5 years ago. Now after all these years of sorrow it has finally been revived! I made this topic so we can all discuss this pure masterpiece of fiction and celebrate it's miraculous and brilliant return to us. https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/9/91/Ambush_Yoda_clones.png/revision/latest?cb=20120916024458
  7. INTRODUCTION: I had never believed in Toa. It may seem like a strange thing for an okotan to say, but always thought it was another story, a bunch of mumbo jumbo based off of the ramblings of an elder who had eaten too much gullok fruit. That all changed, one fateful day. Seeing that you sat through the first paragraph, I should probably share the Legend of The Toa. My Dad, the protector of Le-Koto, has told it a bajillion times around the public campfire, to all the okotans in our village. Long ago, there were these two brothers, named Ekimu and Makuta. They made masks for our people, and we all prospered. We made a huge city on our island home, called the capital. But Makuta was jealous of his brother's talent. He started fusing masks of different elements, like fire and water, earth and ice, stone and jungle (I bet you can see from here how that turned out). But he wanted more. Makuta made a mask breaking all of the ancient laws, a mask of all elements, a mask of "Ultimate Powah" as he called it. He took it to the capital, hoping to get at least some followers on his facebook page. Ekimu, hoping to correct his brothers wrong-doing and terrible English, followed him. But by the time he arrived at his brother's demonstration, it was to late. Makuta had put on his great mask, and Ekimu had no choice but to duel him. Ekimu won, but the capital and Makuta were banished to another dimension, a shadow dimension. As for Ekimu, he was placed into a deep sleep forever, that is, until the Toa came. Makuta eventually extended his influence beyond the shadow realm. He created an army of skull spiders and undead skeletons, and they terrorized the okotans. Only six heroes could defend the island. And as an answer to our hopes and prayers, they came. No one knows where they came from. But as soon as they found the great masks, hidden around the island, they kicked some serious Makuta tushy, and awoke Ekimu. Makuta realized he needed more. He created a being much more powerful than any Toa, a merciless hunter named Umarak. The Toa found new allies in the elemental creatures, but they did not prevent Umarak from winning back the mask of control, Makuta's first mask. Okay now, deep breath. Makuta mutated Umarak into a monster. While his thugs attacked the city of the mask makers, between Le and Ga Koto, Umarak found Makuta's first mask, and returned it to Makuta. Makuta had been changed into a giant, and now he had an army, so it would be impossible to stop him once he got out of the shadow realm, via the dark portal. But the Toa used all their elemental energy united to stop him, even at the cost of their lives. What happened next? The elders are convinced they ascended to the stars above the island, but I'm not sure. It's just another mystery of life we will never uncover. The creatures? They left without a trace a month after the Toa disappeared. The masks the Toa discarded when they found the golden masks are gone too. No one knows where they went. Anyway, my story starts one hundred years after the disappearance of the Toa and their creatures. I'm Trilek, heir to the Le-Koto Protector seat in the council of elders, all around cool kid, etc. I'm only thirteen years old, but my dad still lets me ride razor raptors occasionally. I have an eight year old little brother named Kevaku. He's okay, as far as little brothers go. I never knew my mom, but dad says she was the most beautiful Okotan ever. I miss her, and wherever she is, I hope she's fine. I don't know how I can feel love for someone I've never met, but she's my Mom. Anyway, get ready for a legend that goes beyond what we have known, in fact, beyond Okoto itself.
  8. This is the review topic for my new epic: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/25392-silver-icon-hunters-of-the-dark/ Any feedback is appreciated!
  9. ~Chapter one~ The Dark Hunter's foot hit the pebble beach with a crack, as the pebbles he stood on were partially crushed by the strength of his step, in his hands he spun around a staff, in ways typically of a swift warrior. However this Hunter was no swift warrior, he was a large brute, whose destiny had been torn away, once a Toa hero, he had been captured by Visorak spiders and mutated by Hordika venom into the huge beast he was now, previously Savage, as he had been named, was prone to sudden rages of anger as a result of the venom's effect on his mind, but using the staff to saty calm was but one of many ways in which he now controlled the anger within him. He continued his stroll along the pebble beach, the light waves gently crashing onto the shore, swiping the staff diagnally in different directions, he splashed the water into momentary pieces of art, he looked out onto the horizon and then back onto the coastline of Odina. Odina was the home of the Dark Hunters and organisation in which he served, each member taking on tasks for payment, some tasks were simple, while others where near suicidal. His entry to the organisation was a result of the efforts of the group's Leader who had convinced him that his former Toa team had been jealous and had let him be captured by Visorak, welcoming him into the Dark Hunters with open arms, now that he had calming methods, he had a Toa mindset once more and thought it likely that the Leader had lied. Still, he thought, the past had happened, he was a Dark Hunter now and he couldn't change that if he tried, the organisations attitude towards those who quit, where less than desirable. Finally he had reached the cave in the cliffs in which he had been asked to attend a mission briefing, taking one final look back, he entered.
  10. Pohaturon

    Unification

    “I think… I think perhaps this is not the time for me to walk among you. You all have a new life to build. My destiny is fulfilled, but for many of you, it has yet to be written. You need to find your path without my shadow hanging over you. [...] Never goodbye. Even I cannot predict the future, or if the time will come when I shall be at your side once more." A promise never kept, a wish never fulfilled. With these parting words, Mata Nui went into self imposed exile following the reformation of Spherus Magna. Toa, Matoran, Glatorian and Agori had a bright future to look forward to, one of peace and prosperity. The two peoples were to unite and forge a living paradise with the virtues Mata Nui had taught them. And for a time following Makuta's fall, it was so. However not even such a grand event is immune to the ravages of time. Eventually, history became legend, legend became myth... And myth became blasphemy. 7000 years after the reformation, Spherus Magna has become a world much unlike what its denizens had once envisioned. Seven millennia is a vast amount of time, over the course of which the unimaginable has ample opportunity to become reality. Mata Nui's final wish for the Great Beings to be sought out eventually led to them seizing power once more, however the once revered creators of the Great Spirit turned out much different than what their seekers expected. The world has since been carved up into four ever warring nations, each with a Great Being at its head who demanded their subjects to revere them as gods. The Matoran have been subjugated by the organic Glatorian and Agori, and have become slaves, their numbers replenished by technology the Great Beings developed. The Turaga were forced to compel their people to obey lest they be massacred. The Great Spirit's body was salvaged and reverse engineered, but only the higher caste was to benefit. The Toa were hunted down, and the Ignika was lost. Any semblance of unity was gone, seemingly forever. Until... *** Aderyn was making his way through the desert that still reigned around Spherus Magna's equator. Legend has it that in the past, the vast region covered the whole planet, or that it covered a section of the planet prior to it being reformed. It depends on who one asks. Facts change depending on which of the four great kingdoms one was in, as each told a different story of the past, each claiming the other retellings to be not only false, but blasphemous. The only thing everyone agreed on these days were names, and the desert had one: Bara Magna. Aderyn was a Glatorian merchant, one of the few beings who could freely pass between borders without fear of being imprisoned. The various castes that divided the society of each nation all had their particular rules, and while being a merchant didn't bring with it the most comforts and pleasures, it was certainly one of the most convenient. He enjoyed freedom of movement, freedom of commerce and universal immunity. Import and Export kept the economies of the kingdoms alive, so merchants were always needed. Anyone who would harm him faced the most severe of consequences, which were frightening enough to almost entirely eliminate banditry. Any onlooker would have considered Aderyn to be travelling light for a merchant, for lack of a cart or caravan, but he didn't deal in resale, but rather distribution. All he needed for his trade was wit and a ledger. He was adept at his work, he had a solid network of contacts, regular buyers and stock full of product that was always in demand. His life was, in relation to most others, easy. He hated it. Aderyn eternally suffered from ambition restricted by caste. A few centuries ago, there were some, albeit incredibly difficult and complex, methods to alter one's caste upwards on the ladder, but recently these were all abolished. These days, one can only possibly drop in the hierarchy of the classes, and it was increasingly easy to do so. That said, should even the worst befall Aderyn, he knew he'd never hit the bottom caste - he simply couldn't. The bottom caste of slaves was exclusive to the biomechanical beings, the Matoran, and what few Toa remained. The lowest any organic could drop is Servitor, whose lives are still glamorous in comparison to the biomechanicals. The sun hung right above him. He planned on reaching Tarsus, a trading post on the border of Angonce's realm. His trip took him right through The Killing Plains, an area which some legends - ones which when uttered draw the wrong kind of attention - claim was the location of an apocalyptic battle between two gods, while other legends claim this is where the Matoran arrived on the world. Aderyn had passed through the area on occasion, but to him it seemed like any other sea of sand. If there was anything here at one point, the centuries buried it all beneath the dunes. He was lost in thought, trying to guess which two nations will be the next to go to war. The kingdoms of Angonce and that of Velika, which he called home, were in a state of truce at the moment. Angonce was warring with the kingdom of Bothma, while Velika and the fourth ruler, Tatui, locked their common borders and were in a state of cold war. The balance of power shifts by the week, and for all he knew, Velika and Angonce could be at each other's throats next month. Not focusing on the sand before him, naturally Aderyn couldn't have noticed the little piece of metal sticking out of the ground. It caught his foot, and he tripped, with a faceful of sand tearing him back into the real world. After uttering a few curses under his breath, he clambered to his feet, brushed off the sand from his armor and robes, and turned to inspect the cause of his inconvenience. It was a dull, jagged scrap of metal, utterly unremarkable and seemingly rusty. Such scrap was said to litter this area of the desert centuries ago, but none of it should still be on the surface. It was most likely dropped by another passer-by recently. "Very recently, if it hasn't yet been covered..." - Aderyn thought. Usually one to leave such junk behind, Aderyn felt a surprising urge to pick it up, as if compelled. Not by curiosity, but rather... Shooing away these thoughts, he bent down and grabbed the object. As he tried to pull it out, the difficulty of doing so suggested much of it was still under the sand. He finally heaved it out of the dune's surface with such force that sent his hand into the air. Sand poured through holes on the object, which he now saw wasn't rusted, but colored orange, even though it was dull, scraped and worn. He examined the object. It seemed to be some kind of armor, possibly. Two wedge like shapes extended from a central section. The wedged had holes in them and semi-circles cut out of the edges, while the center was topped with a T-shaped element and ribbing on the front. The wedges were slightly angled backwards. The strangest feeling of familiarity gripped him as he looked at the object, which made him uncomfortable. He hid it in the folds of his robe, and continued his journey. *** "Ah, Aderyn, my friend! On your way to the coastal cities, am I right?" - Borian's voice boomed through his emporium. The old Glatorian of fire was a good friend of Aderyn's, and a long-time contact. Tarsus was far enough from the inner kingdom to allow for a healthy black market, and Borian usually helped Aderyn whenever he needed to deal with this underground element. "Headed to the capital, actually" "Ah, yes, the grand metropolis. Must be some big deal you're working on, then." "Indeed, though I'm worried how negotiations will go now that the rumors of the treaty's end are afoot." "Pah, Velika would sooner attack the south than break off the truce." "My thoughts exactly, but the merchants of a weakened nation might not be convinced." "We'll see what credibility those rumors have. However, I suspect it is not to discuss hearsay that brought you to my fine establishment." "You suspect well. I have come across a trinket in my travels on which I want your expert opinion." "Ah-h-h, what kind of trinket may that be?" - Borian dug out a little head-mounted magnifying glass. "The kind which I might wish to sell, without the good and noble guard hearing about it." "Give it here then, lad." Aderyn produced the object from the folds of his robe, but before Borian could inspect it - even, before Aderyn could place it on the desk - his companion adopted a facial expression resembling one he'd wear upon witnessing a phantasm. "What's this then? So valuable, or so... illegal, that is has you at a loss of words?" "Aderyn, did they search you at the gates?" "Aye." "You showed this to the guards?" "Naturally, hiding it would have been suspect. They thought nothing of it." "You showed this to the guard?!" "Speak then, what has you frightened so?" Borian, instead of doing so, rushed around the counter, put out a "CLOSED" sign and shut all the windows. Aderyn now realised that it wasn't mere fear he saw on the old Glatorian, but rather fear mingled with elation. What could this bauble be? "You're lucky the guard posted to a backwater like Tarsis are as ignorant as you are, my friend. What you hold in your hands no mere trinket, and indeed is nothing but a Kanohi Mask." Upon hearing the nature of his acquisition, Aderyn promptly dropped it on the floor. "Being's blood!" - He exclaimed. Little knowledge about the masks worn by the subjugated Matoran and Toa was common, but one thing everyone knew - carrying, owning, selling or even touching one could be equated to an express ticket to the prison-pits of Mahraia in the far north, where the most hated criminals of all four nations were sent. "Now-now!" - Borian chided, and went to pick up the mask and place it on his desk. "What on earth are you doing? Melt it!" - Aderyn referenced the first and foremost method suggested to civilians by the members of the guard should they ever encounter such a mask. "Don't be silly. This trinket as you call it is more valuable than my whole shop combined." "Is it worth the risk?" "You said the guards did not recognize it. No wonder either, 'tis an atypical shape. Never seen one like it on any Matoran neither. Would be worth fortunes to a collector. "Who would want to collect Kanohi?" - Aderyn thought to himself. "You know someone of the sort?" - He asked aloud. "Hm? Yes, of course. I know and avid... collector. Yes." "Borian?" "Yes, yes. I should meet him promptly." - he turned to leave out a back door right as he wrapped the mask in a cloth. "...Borian?" "What's that?" "Do you not think I should be told to whom you intend to sell it? And for how much?" "Now, Aderyn, when has Borian ever cheated you?" True enough, Borian was the most... no, only, merchant who peddled black market good who was honourable to a fault as well. However, he felt like he was being left out of a particularly interesting element of the underground. This is the most valuable thing I ever found, and very well might be the most valuable thing I ever sell, even counting the legitimate deals. If there ever was a transaction worth risking the black market for such a reputable merchant as he was, this was it. "Take me with you. I want to see this... collector." "Uh, we're, uh, not meeting him first. I cannot identify this mask, so I need to take it to a, uh , expert." "An expert in Kanohi?! What has Borian gotten himself into?" "All the more intriguing!" - Aderyn said. Borian grew grim, and stepped closer. "Do you realize what it is you ask?" "Not rightly." "Hm, thought so. To be involved with these elements will mean being marked forever. You can let me take this, now, and return in some days with a hefty purse. Or, you can come with me, and consign yourself to a life of hushed voices, sideways glances and fear at the mere sight of guards. Is that what a merchant, one with an easy life, would want?" Aderyn considered. He was a creature of comforts, true, however he was also a capable fighter whose talents were going to waste. He grappled with his ambitions constantly. Could this be the key to becoming something more? For all I know it could turn me into a fugitive, not exactly a bright future. But then. Maybe this holds the potential for me to experience things of a nature no merchant ever could. He became resolute. Fearful, but certain. "Take me." *** Borian had led him to a back room, which acted as a warehouse. He pushed aside a crate, a trapdoor under it. After leading them through winding tunnels, they emerged from a crevasse in the wall of the rocky plateau upon which Tarsus stood. Before them the desert stretched. "Where's this expert of yours, Borian?" "Out there, somewhere." "What, in the desert? How will we find him?" "He'll find us." - With that, the old Glatorian started walking straight into the desert. The pair walked for a little over 3 hours. Tarsus was ever shrinking behind them, the sun slowly descending. The bottom of it had already dipped below the horizon, the rest of its gargantuan disk throwing warm shadows across the dunes. "How much longer?" "You must understand, we need be a safe distance from the walls." "They wouldn't even see us with a scope out here." "Aye, he could be here any minute now." "How will he know where we are?" "He'll know." Just as Borian said that, Aderyn felt a slight whoosh, a gust of hot air and a presence behind him. He spun around, and true enough, a figure about his height, clad in bright red and orange armor was standing there, looking at him. "Ah!" - Aderyn exclaimed in surprise. Borian spun around as well. "Kapura, my friend!" "Who is this?" - The red being asked while looking at Aderyn. He spoke slowly, in a monotone voice. His face showed no expression, though that could have been due to the strange helmet he wore. "Not a helmet..." - Aderyn thought. "He's worth your trust, I've known him for centuries. You've naught to fear from him." "How much does he know?" "Not rightly enough, actually." - Aderyn interjected before Borian could answer. Then: "What the shadows is going on here? Borian, is this what I think it is?" "Aderyn, look, you'll understand all when we get to the enclave." "Enclave? Enclave! Fantastic, let me guess, more biomechanicals there?" "Aderyn..." "This is a Toa. A Toa! You're going to get us killed." "Aderyn I warned you in advance. He's nothing against us, and we won't be harmed. I've associated with Kapura and his companions for longer than I've known you." "I... ah, bother, merely being here has me complicit already. Might as well see this through." - Aderyn surrendered, though his own curiosity had as much to do with that as Borian's reassurances. "Still sure he won't be trouble?" - The Toa called Kapura asked. "He has a name, and yes, I mean no threat to you." - Aderyn once again interjected. "Very well. Why have you come?" - He now turned to Borian. "Aderyn, he found a Kanohi. I can't identify it." - He said. Then: "Aderyn, show him." Aderyn produced the mask from his robe. Kapura's mask twitched under the eye, his only reaction so far. "The Turaga must see this. At once." The world around Aderyn blurred suddenly. The great disk of the sun had disappeared. When he began seeing clearly again, he saw that the three of them somehow wound up in a well-lit cave. "How..." - That word was all Aderyn could muster before collapsing, dizzy. "Hah! I had a rough first time too, mate." - Borian exclaimed. "What the bloody pits was that?" - Aderyn demanded. "I practiced." - Kapura said, with as little expression as he did before. Then: "Come." Aderyn clambered to his feet, and followed Borian and Kapura through the caves. They passed into a large cavern, with alcoves carved into the wall. Only now did the weight of the situation register with Aderyn. Around him were Matoran of all elements, fixing equipment, mending armor, all shooting him sideways looks. Among them, he saw a few other Toa, but no more than 8. Some were resting in alcoves, two were sparring. "What kind of enclave is this?" Nearing the far end of the cavern, Aderyn saw a fireplace. Yet, instead of flames giving off light, which would also have filled the cavern with smoke, a pile of yellow crystals, arranged with much care, provided the illumination. A being, smaller than he but larger than a Matoran, sat before it. He heard them approach, and turned around. The being wore a blue mask, partially transparent, with a clear visor covering its eyes, and a triangular cutout around its mouth. Deep, wise yellow eyes peered at Aderyn. "Turaga Gali." - Kapura and Borian said in unison, Kapura bowing. "Who is this?" - She asked after returning the greeting with a nod. "This is Aderyn, he found something of great import at the grave." - Kapura said. "The grave?" - Aderyn made a mental note. "What did you find, newcomer?" - Gali turned her attention to him. "He'd better show you." - Borian interjected. Aderyn looked at his friend first, uncertain. Borian nodded knowingly. Aderny turned back to the Turaga, ever so slightly trembling. The same discomforting ease of escaping familiarity gripped him. "Come now, let me see what it was that convinced ever-vigilant Kapura to let a newcomer see me." - She said with a reassuring smile that rang with wisdom. Aderyn produced the mask, which made the old Turaga produce an expression not unlike that of Borian when he saw it. Matoran who have gathered around them to see what brought the newcomer in their midst were shocked into silence save for a few whispering to others to bring the Toa. Aderyn just stood there, mask in hand, not understanding the commotion. "Is it..." "Could it be..." "The prophecies..." - And other such utterings could be heard. Gali reach out her hand, and as she took the mask, for a split second both of their hands were touching it. In that moment, an image flashed in Aderyn's mind. Not a vision, nor imagination. It was a single image of a sandy beach lined with trees, but not one which Aderyn had ever visited, and the sky was utterly different from the one which blanketed Spherus Magna. "Would someone please tell me what is happening?" - He pleaded. "It is not by mere chance that you found your way here, Aderyn. What you found out there in the desert, this is no ordinary mask, which would have already been a rarity. No, wanderer, you have found what may very well be the key to undoing the calamities which brought us here." "I do not understand." "This is the Kanohi Vahi, the legendary mask of Time."
  11. Unification <- here is the text itself. I've been toying with the idea of starting writing an epic here on BZPower for a very long time now, and finally took the dive. My delay was mainly due to not being able to pick from the many stories in my mind to actually put out here, not having time to do so and finally being anxious as to its quality and reception. I have finally settled on one of my concepts, though it might be too lengthy and ambitious to see through. Nonetheless, I hope I'll be able to finish what I started with this. Picking this subject is a strange move from me, since I generally hold the opinion that Bionicle should have taken a very different approach post-2008. I would have cut out the setting-change entirely, either continuing the story within the GSR focusing on the struggle against Makuta's reign, or wrapping things up by having the Toa Nuva succeed in awakening Mata Nui, and starting a whole new inside-the-GSR storyline in 2009. Nevertheless, Bara and Spherus Magna is what we got, and I wanted this story to potentially fit into the established lore. Setting it so far into the future is a choice I made to allow for it to fit into said canon while still being able to introduce new concepts, with much of that time being missing history. The setting of the story is set up so that rampant historical revisionism had clouded the picture of the past, which is why the things some of the characters "know" doesn't align with the canon - simply put, they don't know the truth of what happened. Bionicle was never really allowed to be bleak or tackle darker themes due to being a child-oriented property, so some of the things Unification will deal with may seem out of place, but I implemented the vast leap in time to make it feel more authentic nonetheless. This is planned to be a really long story, spanning various settings and characters, and even paralell storylines. I just hope I'll actually manage to get through it all! Naturally, I'm very interested in hearing the thoughts and comments of the readers.
  12. Hello again, (or for the fist time) I'm back with a new epic! Plot It's been 50 years since Geha has become a "deathless". Him and Kasha (yes, she's still alive) decide to go venture out among space, as Kaita-Nui is too small for them. They crash land on an unknown planet where they are held prisoners. The two are separated (finally) and they must find their way back to each other. Little do they know, the king of the land enslaves and executes as he pleases, and the pair must defeat him to free the land and people. Before this is accomplished, war breaks out and they must fight. At the same time, the king of the land, who is merely a copy of Geha, seeks the real Geha to slay. Joining P.M. and we'll settle it Chapters Prologue Chapter 1 Extra As very few of you may have saw, there was once an "Alternate Geha" (labeled as Dark Geha in the story) in one of my comics. This epic explains how he was created and how he and Geha became rivals.Kasha will be writing most of these chapters.I will be putting in "Themes" for the chapters. These are just some songs to "spice up" the story. They will range from about one to three songs per chapters, and are supposed to be played when their marked symbol is shown. You do not have to play the themes or use the ones I put there for you.*Yes, I will be finishing this epic.*Note: I recommend turning down the volume when listening to the themes If you need to loop any of the songs, you can use this site. I will have a LOT of references to Infinity Blade, just so you know . Luckily, I'll be your savior and put this here for you The review topic can be found here
  13. This story of Takanuva takes place during his time traveling through realities. Here's where you can talk about it.
  14. Almost two years have passed since the final Bionifight Tournament began, almost two years since dozens of innocent beings were torn without warning from their homes, almost two years since they were thrust into a bloody, brutal fight to the death for the entertainment of a sick, desensitised audience. Although some of the survivors have moved on completely from the horrors and memories they left behind, for many, today is still a day of remembrance. But alas, in the minds of some, the tournament is not yet over. Over the coming days and weeks, this epic shall explore the lives of those survivors, as they’re drawn into a new tournament, in a new arena, for one final, catastrophic confrontation with the dark legacy of the Cultists and Hosts who wrought so much death and destruction upon the multiverse. Review Topic
  15. She loved planes with all her heart, but she was happy to have fallen asleep on this one. The seventy-two hours since her new orders came in had been hellishly hectic for Lance Corporal Nadia Lorena White, ground detail, mechanic, and the Earth Federation’s Women’s Middleweight Champion of the Tokyo Beerfest for four years running. Just on the eve of her 22nd birthday party, she’d gotten a letter so embossed that she’d thought maybe she’d won five thousand dollars a year for life or something. Instead, she’d gotten orders that – once upon a time – would have made her even giddier. The letter was less of a letter and more of a Golden Ticket for pilots like her – it contained orders to report to within the week for participation in the Federation’s FAW-022 Raptor Program. The program was legendary for pilots like Lauren White – cutting-edge technology, the first transformable Walker in history (unless you believed the rumors of the spacers, which were chock full of outlandish Walker designs and names that the old rogues swore the Federation would never see until the mechs were marching through their capitals) and the chance to be a part of its initiation into the military mainstream. It had been in the works for five years, supposedly been worth the GDP of small Federation-states, and it was goddamn exclusive – jockeys, airmen, marines, it made no matter…as long as you were one of the best pilots on the planet. For the time it took her to get through three paragraphs, reading the letter was better than sex. The only problem is that the Raptor Program was being hosted in the Federation’s six spaceports, massive cities built around the mass drivers that were the planet’s arteries into space. Tokyo, Japan was not one such city, and it was in Tokyo, Japan, that Lauren had met... Don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about— Too late. ***** She was Lance Corporal Inoue Ayane, ninth generation soldier, first generation mech jockey, devoted girlfriend, and the Earth Federation’s Women’s Middleweight Runner-up at the Tokyo Beerfest, four years running. Lauren loved Ayane with all her heart, but she was not – to her family’s chagrin, she’d often joke – one of the world’s best pilots. Her girlfriend had been so supportive that it broke Lauren’s heart – and, to her dismay, had flatly refused to let her turn the orders down or risk something that would mean a discharge. You wanted a Walker long before you ever reached Tokyo, Ayane had chided her gently, her voice catching even if her face was still as a pond. If you gave that up for me, I’d hate myself. She was right on both counts, but as their final hours whittled down, Lauren had grown more and more despondent, finally not even leaving the bed to shower or grab a beer on her final day in Tokyo. To cheer her up, Ayane had done her best to make it the perfect day - preparing breakfast in bed, sharing stories of the memories they'd shared, and, several times, reminding her that sex was, in fact, better than any piece of paper. In the end, however, they resorted to a prone, quiet state, curled up against each other in the bed and listening for the sound of the plane that would take Lauren from the hangar on base. They lived together in an apartment just outside of that base, in a small, cozy setup outside Tokyo Bay. It was small and cozy, borderline cramped, but the place was a quaint little home that Lauren, poor growing up and the only daughter of an irascible Somali mechanic in Vancouver, had ever known. Ayane had moved into it with her jointly on their first day on assignment together as eighteen year olds, so similar to a college dorm that Lauren had jokingly asked if there was a sorority they should join. Within six months, the confines of the apartment had driven them firmly into couple status. The three and a half years between then and now had been the happiest of Lauren’s life, so as they lay together, Lauren’s breath as jumpy as a student’s before a presentation and Ayane’s slow and sad, she’d tried to focus on anything but the sinking feeling that her life was ending by the second. When her girlfriend promised her, in a quiet voice, that she would seek transfer after her the first chance she got, the dam broke – the first tears in three days ran down Nadia White’s eyes, and she rolled over onto her side to kiss the Japanese girl. Their lips had locked for several seconds – or maybe minutes – before the dull, bestial roar of a jet touching down on base reached their ears. Wiping her eyes and searching for her clothes with a fist, Nadia had given the woman she loved her best grin. “You gonna wish me luck?” she asked, as close to teasing as she could manage, fumbling with her bra. “I’ll need it if the thing wants to transform into a giant fusion-powered windmill or something.” Ayane had giggled. “The only way you screw up,” her girlfriend had promised, reaching out to hold Lauren’s hand before she could pull her tank top on, “is if you let yourself, babe. So don’t let yourself. That’s an order.” She’d growled teasingly to punctuate the sentence. Lauren had only planned on making a quick joke and saying her ‘I love yous’ as punctually as possible. Thanks entirely to Ayane, the jet was kept waiting on the tarmac for its cargo for so long, the lieutenant in charge of her case was forced to make way to their apartment complex and knock on the door herself. Typical Ayane. Always getting her in trouble. Sweet. Sweet trouble. The thought put a wan smile on her face until the second her back foot left the tarmac. ***** Said Lieutenant, one Grace Noah of Mission Control, turned out to be a bit of a chatterbox. Lauren could at least appreciate that, being a social animal herself, and they’d chatted politely about her job the last several weeks – processing the life stories of marines, pilots, and mech jockeys from the Western and Eastern Divisions of the Federation, as well as all four fleets and even the border patrol that was responsible for guarding Earth’s assets from more radical facets of the Ark Union. When the brass found a candidate they liked, it was Noah’s job to get on a plane, fly to whatever backwoods part of the planet they could be found at, and then bring them back to Horizon, the spaceport she was assigned to. It all sounded insanely busy, and Noah – a pretty girl with a geek physique who was a few years older than Lauren, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes that offset caramel skin – looked the part of exhausted errand girl. There were deep bags under her eyes, her hair needed a come, and - when Lauren joked tiredly with her about it to her face - her smile made it clear that she'd been at least been brushing, but in quite the hurry. After a few more minutes of chatter about the Raptor Program and the South American climate of Horizon, Noah finally reached an arrangement with her charge to get some well-deserved shut eye on the flight from Tokyo to Spaceport Four in Horizon. Within seconds of the deal being struck, it seemed like Noah was out, and Nadia, pleasantly, found herself following suit. She hadn’t slept at all in the three days leading up to this flight…and asleep, at least there was a chance she wouldn’t dream of Ayane. For eleven hours, her mind was a peaceful slate, a blank and relaxed opposite to her personality even on a normal day. In her current emotional maelstrom, the R&R was even more of a godsend. When she found herself being roused awake by the Lieutenant, it was nearing dusk. She could see the streaks of orange and purple through the sky, like God had declared scorched earth on his entire domain; the plumes of clouds in the sky were painted dark by the sunset. Nestled into this backdrop, like a prized egg in a nest, sat Horizon – a clean, orderly metropolis with view screens and skyscrapers Lauren could see from here. There was an expansive natural beach that the Lance Corporal caught sight of as they flew over top of it, and the roof of the Federation base glinted as they began their approach. But those were all sights that were shared by her old locale – even the Federation outpost, which Japan had refurbished during Lauren’s first months of deployment back in 2080, looked that sparkling new. But there was one thing that Horizon boasted that was a rarity in the rest of the world – the mass driver, a long, lean, cylindrical structure which seemed to pulse blue with life. Nadia’s eyes, glazed over in shock, trailed a Federation ship as it docked with the driver like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Welcome to Horizon, Lance Corporal,” Grace Noah said cheerfully, putting a hand on Lauren’s shoulder. “The Jewel of Panama. Not that anybody calls it that in the real world, that’s just a tourist trap thing. Remind me to dig you up a couple brochures from the Chamber of Commerce here, they’re fantastic for a good over-the-top laugh.” Lauren was ushered out of the jet more than she walked out under her own power, and as she stepped out onto the tarmac to get her first taste of South American air, her eyes briefly traced over a single man at the end of the runway, arms crossed and stance casual. She took note of him for only a second before her eyes found her way back to…back to… “Jesus Christ,” she whispered. Lieutenant Noah laughed. “Careful who you say that to. They might tout him on the brochures next.” -Tyler
  16. Hey BZP. This is my second epic, Voyage. It's a follow-up to my first work, Independence. I definitely recommend reading that one first for a better understanding of the story and characters. Anyways, guess I'll get us started.... Voyage - Chapter One One morning at 5:00 AM, a Matoran powered on. This was a notable occurrence; this Matoran was supposed to be dead. He found himself lying on the floor of a room he didn't recognize. It was very large. The circular room's walls stretched off farther than he could see, and the ceiling was a dark blur, impossibly far up. There were torches and small, uncontrolled fires all about the room, but he still couldn't see much. He pulled himself to his feet, his whole body aching. Nearby was another Matoran, lying on the ground. He approached cautiously, and then peered at his reflection in the shiny mask. Dragon was a mess. His Miru was faded and dented in on the sides, where his interrogators had held him in place. His neck area also seemed severely damaged. He noticed that both of his arms were badly hurt; he couldn't tell what was supposed to be showing and what wasn't. Dragon limped away from the body, and began looking around the room. It was full of machinery. Furnaces, conveyor belts, power converters. And everywhere there were bodies. Many Matoran, but mostly the robots. The Matoran had obvious signs of damage, such as blaster marks or missing heads. But the robots all seemed rather.... clean. Like they had just dropped dead. As he thought about this, he tried to recall how he had gotten here. He tapped the back of his head, and realized that his brainstalk was much higher up than in should have been. His mind flooded with thoughts. He couldn't think. But in that moment, when everything in his mind shattered, all of his logic and emotions, gone, one thing became crystal clear - he would kill everyone he saw. All of them. Dragon took his first step down the spiral of insanity and let out a disturbed laugh. He looked curiously at his own arms, and then started towards the bodies... * * * Irrie sat in the dark, staring at the computer monitors in front of him. Eight whole months had passed since he had sent Ghidarus through the portal. The city had bounced back quickly, and was in full swing. But despite the fact that the city thought of Irrie as a leader, he'd been hiding out in Ghidarus' old tower, working at the tyrant's computer systems. He'd already cracked several of the easier security programs, giving the Matoran access to a huge base of information that the supervisors had erased from the public records. The door behind him swung open, and Tokytot walked in. "We have a meeting to-" "You go ahead. With Ghidora." Tokytot stood at the door for a few moments, and then left. * * * Tokytot walked down the street, towards inner Po-Metru. He had been caught up with all sorts of important meetings and decisions that he hadn't had a chance to really appreciate how much the city had changed. After discovering the horrors of the city's power system, electricity had been entirely phased out. Doors and stairs were all manual, and torches lit street corners. The exception was the computer system, which the supervisors had made solar powered from the beginning in case of a power shortage. The walls barricading Ko-Metru and Ga-Metru from the rest of the city had been destroyed. Both districts were seemingly empty. Ghidora and Tokytot speculated that these districts were the ones selected to power the city. Still, no one had thoroughly checked these districts, mostly because of time constraints. Soon, he found Ghidora again. The two had remained close friends after their adventures in the wild. As they walked, discussion turned to Irrie. "I'm worried about him," Toky said. "He's been very.... numb lately. He's become careless, almost misanthropic. I think his fight with Ghidarus messed with him." "I wouldn't worry about Irrie. He knows what he's doing." The two were almost to their trade conference, when they heard a metallic clang. It seemed to have come from a sewer drain. No one else was around. They looked at each other, and then walked a little faster. * * * Irrie had been trying at this same firewall for hours. He'd based his attacks on previous successful hacks, but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, he'd given up and left it to chance. A computer program was trying random things. Suddenly, he got in. As the beep sounded, he rushed over from another monitor. After so many letdowns, Irrie expected nothing. But the screen actually showed what he wanted to see. Travel logs. Trade routes. Visits from foreign ambassadors. Anything and everything about other civilizations. And how to get to them. He let out a small cheer, grabbed his satchel, and bolted for the door. REVIEW TOPIC
  17. Umm... yeah. this is the review topic for my new Epic, Independence. Hope you like it.
  18. Bonkle

    Independence

    Hello BZPower, this is my first epic! It revolves around the adventures of the Kanohi Force in the 2004th Dimension as they gain greater intelligence and freedom from their unjust overlords. The story largely takes place in that dimension's Metru Nui, and so all of the Matoran characters use the MetruToran build. Anyway, I guess I'll post the first chapter now. Review topic Independence - Chapter One The green Matoran dashed through the streets of Onu-Metru, breaking several laws in the process. Firstly, all citizens of Metru Nui were to be powered off at this time of night. It was also illegal to leave one's Metru without permission from a supervisor. Lastly, on-foot speed was not to exceed two miles per hour. The hulking figure lumbering after the Mahiki-wearing outlaw made note of all this information and sent it back to the Onu-Metru police headquarters for future reference. Steam hissed from several exhausts on the pursuer's massive arm as it ratcheted down to grab an instrument from its torso. The giant flicked a switch on the cylinder and aimed it at the swift Le-Matoran. It watched, dumbfounded, as the criminal continued on unaffected. Checking The Code out of preprogrammed habit, the robot confirmed that the runner now qualified as defective. A hatch slid open on the robot's right shoulder and a small turret emerged, automatically locking on to the newly branded defective. The Matoran realized that the guard had entered Phase Two and tossed the tablet he was carrying into the nearest window. As he rummaged for something in his satchel, he could only hope that the tablet was now in the correct building and that the inky black sky had prevented the guard from noticing it. Finally finding what he was looking for, the Matoran hit a few buttons on a rectangular object while dodging laser fire. An orange portal appeared, hovering above the street. The Le-Matoran dove into the portal moments before it disappeared entirely. After performing scans in all imaginable spectrums to ensure that the perpetrator was not hiding, the robot began the walk back to the Onu-Metru police subdivision barracks. * * * The next morning at 5:00 AM, a Matoran powered on. This was a notable occurrence; Matoran usually awoke at 5:30. However, the government was lenient in some cases such as this one. This particular Matoran was a Le-Metru inventor. He wore a black Kakama and had green and black armor. Like the rest of the Matoran, he had no name besides his designation code: T1S. The pack on his back was slightly larger than the variety on most Matoran, seeing as he was an inventor. He was in Onu-Metru on a sanctioned business trip to pitch new inventions, but now it was time for him to return to his own Metru. He had powered on early so he could use a transport before the main rush. As he gathered his Akilini disk and the unsuccessful prototypes, he noticed something odd on the floor of his second-story apartment. He knelt down and collected a small stone tablet. One side was blank, while the other said, WAKE UP. What could this mean, and who was it from? he pondered with his slightly advanced brain. Supervisors always gave very specific instructions, which they then relayed to the antennae on the Matorans' backs. It couldn't be from them. The only logical solution he had was to present the tablet to a supervisor. He carefully put on his satchel before subjecting himself to the five minute screening process required to exit the building. * * * In the Onu-Metru underground, a Matoran sat at his desk, neatly recording every minor news story of late. As he copied down an article about the curfew being extended by a minute, his antennae began to hum. He tapped a button on the side of his mask and he heard the raspy, monotonous voice of a supervisor. "Loremaster unit IRE, report to Onu-Metru supervisor office 4 immediately." Using the button to toggle through options on an HUD, IRE confirmed that he had received the message and would follow the instructions immediately. As usual, heads turned as he walked to the office. It was unusual for a gray Onu-Matoran to wear a Kaukau. When he reached the office, a tall, thin supervisor with a purple shoulder patch was waiting next to a Matoran. "IRE, you will be travelling to Le-Metru with T1S to analyze an object he discovered. Our forensics department was unable to find out anything, but we feel that your extensive knowledge of history could prove useful." "Affirmative, supervisor." The spindly, black being then took T1S's Onu-Metru pass and handed IRE a Le-Metru pass. The pair made the short walk to the transport terminal in awkward silence. * * * In Ta-Metru, a Matoran sat on a bench and carefully watched the traffic. If he had been anyone else, he would have been labeled defective and dragged off. However, this Matoran was a previous Chronicler, one who had the privilege of travelling the city and recording important events. This position was gradually phased out and replaced with the numerous Loremasters. As such, he now did whatever odd jobs the supervisors assigned him. Suddenly, he received a message. "We only have one unit in forge 7. Head there immediately." When he arrived, he found an orange-and-blue Matoran hammering a red-hot sheet of metal. "Greetings. I assume you are the unit the supervisor sent to help?" the forgemaster asked. "Affirmative." "Excellent. Our task is to create some new armor for that guard unit." He gestured towards a massive black figure standing in the corner near some tools. "Hmm.... I think we need to get that cannon to retract before we can apply the plates. Can you turn him back on?" The former Chronicler nodded, and then walked over behind the guard. He removed a panel from the back of its head and was presented with several switches. He flicked what he assumed was the power switch and the forge was filled with sound. "YOU CLUMSY FOOL, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" the forgemaster shouted, just barely louder than the noise. They heard laser fire and started looking around frantically. Quickly the two discovered that the gunshots went with the sound, and that the sound was part of a video! They intently watched the projection on the wall, first in amazement and then in horror. "Why would this guard record himself shooting a Matoran?!" the Chronicler cried out. "I don't know, but we need to show a supervisor," the forgemaster said. As they headed for the office, they saw two annoyed-looking Matoran at the transport terminal. "Do you two know which supervisor office is best for reporting something?" "No," the gray one said. "Why do you ask?" The pair of Ta-Matoran made sure no one else was around. "We found a video of a guard shooting at a Matoran." T1S remembered the strange note he found. "You two are coming to Le-Metru."
  19. So, I keep brainstorming for my Epic when I realized that I still haven't worked out all the mechanics of the story. I want the protagonists to be interesting enough, the plot to run smoothly and Sir Quackers to make at least sixteen doomsday devices before the end of it. Though I kinda realize my villain department is a bit lacking. So, what do you guys and gals think makes for a good villain? I could always use some brainstorming fuel. (Also, go read my LEGO fanfiction. It's probably the only fanfic I'll post on this site, Sumiki) GET OFF MY LAWN! ~Tekulo <3
  20. Chapter 1 Sanskrit found herself in the middle of a battle. The night sky flashed with lightning up above, as she dueled Angonce with a sword, the two blades cutting and slashing in the rain. The road was slippery and… “Sanskrit! Wake up please.” An alarm sounded, in her ears and in her mind, forcing her to sit up groggily. Her eyes registered the regal form of Zox Tomana standing by the door, holding a lamp in his hand that cast an eerie glow over the bookcase on the far wall. Annoyed, she made a gesture and the room brightened, electric lights and computer screens springing to life. Intruders…second floor core breach… “Sanskrit, please,” Zox said firmly. “Heremus is badly injured, up to the point that I need your help.” My help. Heremus? No, please not Heremus. She dismissed the computer screen and activated its security with a wave of her hand, hoping that would be good enough. She hugged her legs as her death sense ability flared to life, searching for the presence of the death force. Immediately she gasped. A death near, recent, close. Not Heremus, but one of his guards, named Salvertak. The rawness indicated violence, but not the sharp piercing glint of a stabbing. This was blunt, a hit with an object, an object not intended for the purpose of killing. The killer… “Sanskrit.” Zox Tomana said. Sanskrit held up her hand. The killer was not a Great Being like her or Zox. The death force around him was swirling and edgy, covering him like one of the beings from the Matoran Universe. That force was hungry, unsatisfied, unlike the calm peace that surrounded her and Zox Tomana. This being had killed before, and if he did not get what he wanted, he would again. She found her hands on the keyboard, typing in a rush, putting all that in. Unit would want to know about it for his investigation. Her hands came off the keyboard. Heremus… The force of death lurked next to him, but Heremus was pushing it away. “Heremus will live,” Sanskrit said. Zox Tomana sighed. “That wasn’t why I came.” Sanskrit turned to Zox Tomana and tilted her head, refusing to give the older and wiser Great Being the satisfaction of her having to inquire of the real reason of Zox Tomana’s arrival. The two Great Beings sat in silence for several seconds, neither willing to speak. Zox is a healer. He’s here because Heremus is injured, and...”You think my Kanohi may be of use.” “I want a safety net, just in case,” Zox looked nervously out the door. While the healer in front of her was not so prone to pride like some of the other Great Beings, it was clear that he wished to inspire confidence in his ability to heal, not that he made a habit of relying on an eccentric young Great Being. However, having the Great Beings’ leader die on his watch would be far worse. Sanskrit gritted her teeth as the last traces of grogginess faded. “I would much rather be helping Unit,” she said, rocking back and forth on her knees and making her chair creak. Zox winced. “And if Heremus dies and you did nothing to stop it?” “My power can only keep him alive for a few minutes. And he isn’t dying.” “But if I don’t heal him, he soon will be.” “Then do it.” “It’s not that simple,” Zox said. “I have to do a procedure that could endanger his life more. He could tip over the edge. I need you to hold back that edge.” “Alright, Healer Tomana. I hope this goes quickly. I really want to talk to Unit.” * * * Vakama was sitting by the Sacred Fire in his room in New Atero when a white and menacing figure broke down the door with a large crash. The Turaga of Fire immediately activated his mask of concealment and jumped down to the floor as a burst of light fired over his head. He scrambled around the fire to the other side of the room, hoping to stay out of view, only for a burst of light by the door to reveal his shadow slanting across the walls. He barely managed to get out of the way before a laser split the space where his head had been just minutes before. “Give it up, old man,” the voice hissed. “The Matoran and Toa will always be under my rule.” “Never.” Vakama said, moving around the room. “We deserve a new place, a new start, away from tyrants like you.” “You know who said that to me last?” the Av-Matoran said. “A stupid Matoran named Voltex, right before I-“ He was interrupted by a vicious punch to the jawline, followed shortly by a kick in the stomach. Mazeka grabbed White One’s laser rifle and pointed it at his jaw, only for a burst of light to nearly blind him. This caused Mazeka to fire the rifle, punching a neat hole in the Av-Matoran’s armor before he countered with a laser of his own. The shockwave of the two bolts hitting echoed in the narrow corridor, causing a whole bunch of Matoran to wake up and come to the scene. But by then, the tyrant assassin had activated a teleportation device and was gone. Mazeka shivered as he accepted Toa Smoke Monster’s hand up, and heard someone in the distance mumble something about pancakes. Vakama shook his head. “We must embrace the three virtues – unity, duty, and destiny. First, unity, which means that we must all be together, not fighting among ourselves. Duty – we must not harm each other – that is not our duty to the Great Spirit. Destiny – we must embrace the destinies of ourselves, but most importantly, we must accept the destinies of others.” “Yes, Turaga,” chorused all of the Matoran in the corridor. “Good,” Vakama grumbled. “At least someone listens to me around here.” Review Topic
  21. I've played with LEGO since I was a kid. It all started with a LEGO City set with a female minifigure I named Megan. I gave her all of the powers of a Powerpuff girl. She fought crime, battled monsters and generally saved the day. Then one day I decided she should probably have a love interest. So, I picked a fire fighter minifig and named him Jack (because Titanic was a popular romance movie at the time, and that love interest was named Jack, so I figured it would work). While Jack had no special powers of his own, he... well he was indeed a love interest. Their son, however, grew up into a super smarty smart and built himself a super powered robot suit. But that's getting ahead of myself. Anyway, I figured it might be neat to write a story about my LEGO collection, starting with my first minifig loves. Light and Shadow Beware, it's probably horribly written and super depressing. It is being written by me after all. GET OFF MY LAWN! ~Tekulo <3
  22. Hi Bzpower, I'm new here, and I'm trying to post an epic that I've been writing for a while. I've got the story and review topics all set up, but whenever I try to add a new chapter as a new post to the story topic, the forum instead automatically merges the post with my original one, which as far as I can tell will make it impossible for me to link individual chapters. Considering that I have 20 chapters ready to upload, I think it would be better if I could link them individually, rather than making people scroll through the entire thing in one post. I'm guessing that the post merging feature was added to prevent double posting and such, but is it possible for me to turn it off on my story topic, so I can actually make individual posts for chapters that I can then link back to the summary at the top and the review topic? Thanks, - Scorpion_Strike
  23. Hello BZPower or guest! Welcome to a new epic called "A Mix Between Worlds". It's about a Bionicle cross-over with other franchises such as Star Wars or Transformers. Here are the franchises so far: Transformers G1 by Hasbro/Marvel Comics/Takara-Tomy Warriors Cats by Erin Hunter Red vs. Blue by Rooster Teeth Star Wars by George Lucas Infinity Blade III by ChAIR Studios Pokémon by Nintendo Halo by Bungie/343 Industries/Microsoft Portal 2 by Valve You may suggest more franchises Note: Transformers will only be Generation 1 until I request so Chapters Prototype - Date released: Sep. 28, 2015 More to Come! Joining P.M. me and I'll send you the info sheet Review topic can be found here All themes and franchises belong to their rightful owners.
  24. If you're here from the epic, hello again! If you just stumbled upon this, check out the epic first here. So, uh... Get typing!
  25. Hello again! If your reading this because you stumbled upon it, then you need to read the story first. If your here from the story, then welcome! Now please post your comments, reviews, and franchise ideas below, thanks! Story can be found here
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