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PrologueTakham was locked in combat with Makuta Tridax. His Toa Brethren lay motionless on the cold earth around him; their masks were shattered and their armor melted. They had been no match for Tridax. Tridax sneered, “You’re faltering Toa. With every strike you weaken. Soon you will join the rest of your rest of your team in Karzahni!” Takham blocked a slash aimed for his neck with his shield and jumped out of the way of a plasma blast. He spun and blasted the Makuta with a fire ball. Tridax wasn’t expecting this blast, so he hadn’t readied his fire resistance. Takham went to slice at Tridax, but Tridax parried his blow with his spear. “Concede, Toa!” Tridax shouted through gritted teeth. “You’re no match for me! Concede and your death shall be quick!” “Never!” Takham yelled, barely able to control his temper. “As long as you and your kind lives, I will never stop until I avenge my brethren!” “Very well, I’ll have your heart stone in three moves.” Tridax blasted Takham to the ground with shadow. “One,” he said. He blasted Takham’s weapons away, “Two,” an evil grin spread crossed his face. “Three,” Tridax held his claw up and sliced down. Takham saw the attack coming and tried desperately roll out of the way, and though he escaped death, he wasn’t fast enough. Takham grabbed at his arm, but it wasn’t there. He cried out in agony. Tridax laughed manically at the sight. “Maybe not three, but the fourth time’s the charm”. He continued laughing until he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He winced at his chest where a sword hilt was sticking from out. He ripped the sword from his ribcage and tried desperately to stop the green-black substance coming from the hole in his torso. “You’ll pay for this Takham! One Day you’ll pay!” Tridax blasted Takham one more time before teleporting away, knocking him out. ******* Zans was jovially walking back to his Koro. It was days like this that made him glad to be a Toa. He had just finished chasing away a swarm of Fireflyers from his Koro, and was now going to have a hero’s triumphant return. Everything was perfect, the trees were green, the Matoran were happy, and there was smoke coming from the direction of the Koro. Wait… that wasn’t right. Oh, the Matoran are probably getting my feast ready, Zans thought. But then more smoke started billowing. Realizing something was wrong, Zans started to race towards his Koro. He arrived to a bonfire of huts. His Koro was aflame, dead plasma Matoran strewn everywhere. Who did this, He wondered angrily. Then, as if to an answer his question, a large yellow-orange and black armored creature came flying from one hut, Makuta Bitil. Zans couldn’t control his anger; He shot several plasma blasts at the Makuta, all of which missed. “You need target practice, Toa. Let me show you how it’s done,” Bitil shot a powerful blast of shadow at Zans. Zans tried to dodge the blast, but it hit him dead on and he went flying into a tree. Bitil laughed a senseless laugh. Zans was insanely mad now. He lobbed a plasma blast straight at the Makuta’s wing, and Bitil came plummeting to earth. “What are you doing!?” Zans yelled, “You’re supposed to protect the Matoran, not decimate them!”“New leadership, new rules,” Bitil answered. “You mean Teridax ordered this!?” “I would love to stay and chit-chat, but I have strict orders,” Bitil lunged at Zans, knocking him to the ground. The two rolled around on the ground, like two infant makua, trying to pin each other, until Zans blasted Bitil in the shoulder, melting his armor. A green and black substance leaked from the hole in Bitil’s armor. “What’s that?” Zans asked. Bitil felt his strength leaving him, and knew he had to get out of here quickly. He let out a power scream to blast Zans away, then, not having enough power to teleport, he flew away; leaving Zans to curse and threaten revenge on him for what he had done. Dellar hung motionless in his dungeon on Destral, awaiting the Makuta. He had been dreading this day, hoping it would never come, hoping the Makuta would just forget about it. The doors of his cell creaked open, and the green and black armored Mutran walked in. “And how are we doing today, Dellar?” Mutran asked. “Go to Karzahni,” Dellar muttered. “Now, now Dellar, no need to be rude, you should be happy. You’re contributing to the future of our universe.” “A dark, evil future.” “I don’t see it that way. Do you think Mata-Nui cares about you? He doesn’t, he’s so ignorant he didn’t even notice that we put him asleep, until it was too late.” “Just get it over with, Mutran.” “Very well then,” Mutran snapped his fingers and the chains holding Dellar up released him. He fell to the floor with a thud. He got up, his hands still trapped in one of the Makuta’s hand cuffs. Mutran grabbed him and led him through the hallways to a large room. Weird metal instruments hung from the ceiling above a small table. Mutran took off Dellar’s hand cuffs and thrust him on to the table. Four metal straps latched over his arms and legs. “Now, Dellar, let’s get started.” The tools roared to life and came down. Dellar screamed in agony as the metal tools chopped, drilled, and warped him into a horrible creature. ***** Krallis and his team were combatting a horde of rahkshi led by Makuta Gorast. She was a fierce fighter and had already taken down several of his Toa teammates. Krallis was freezing rahkshi right and left, but for each one he beat five more took its place. He was fighting the losing side of an uphill battle, and he knew it. His only chance was to take down Gorast, but she was being guarded by five of her own personal rahkshi. He had to get her attention, so he raised his weapon and fired a freezing blast at the Makuta. One of the rahkshi jumped in the way of the blast, and Gorast paid no attention. Seeing his attack had no effect, he yelled “Gorast, come and face me if you aren’t too scared.” This got Gorast’s attention. She turned towards Krallis and gave him a spiteful grin.“Are you eager for death, Toa?” she asked, “Fine, we fight.” Krallis knew it was self-sacrifice, but he had no other choice. If he won, than the attack would be over, but if he lost (which was more likely) he and his team would die. Gorast flew at him, her weapons raised. Krallis raised his shield and shot her back with an ice blast. A fierce battle commenced between the two, but eventually Gorast won out. She pinned him to the ground and sneered. “How should I kill you?” She asked. “Maybe a slice to your heart stone, or a lightning blast. I can kill you in so many ways.” She pondered over her choices for a moment, than she came on a decision. “Ah, this will do it.” She grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt himself disappearing, fading. Then he felt an oppressive heat. His armor melted as he plummeted to the ground. His body and armor melted into non-existents. He felt his heart stone stop, and then he died. ****** Tantrix had been captured. He was stuck in a tube, like a Rahi in the archives. He waited for the Makuta to do something with him. He banged his head against the side of his tube. How could he be so dumb to get captured? “Hurting yourself won’t stop us from preforming our experiments,” Chirox said. “Makuta, why are you all doing this?” Tantrix asked angrily. “Power,” Chirox replied, “were tired of doing all the work and never getting any praise. Plus, Mata-Nui was never a good leader, under the Makuta this universe will thrive.” “And what do you want with me?” “You will help us on our way to victory. You’re going to be a lab rat.” Chirox pulled out a slug-like creature from a tube on a table. “What’s that?” Tantrix asked. “Your destiny.” Chirox thrust his hand with the creature through the wall of the tube and the slug latched on Tantrix. Tantrix freaked out and tried desperately to rip the slug off of him, but its grip was too strong. He felt his energy being drained from him. The drain overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.Review Topic
