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  1. The poll was inspired by this discussion. I'd like to hear your opinions.
  2. http://orig15.deviantart.net/32c5/f/2016/274/6/5/turaga_lhikan_by_mate397-dajil91.jpg I've been wanting to build a Turaga Lhikan for a while now, and finally got around putting it together. No idea what's with the focus on this, might have made the camera move, gonna retake this shot when back at home. Detail: http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Lhikan-Back-637442036 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Lhikan-Size-637442043
  3. I present Toa Ihikan Ex, sporting my own 3d designed mask.
  4. So we know that when a Matoran becomes a Toa their design becomes the same as how they imagine a Toa to look, for Takua he became like a Toa Nuva and the Toa Metru took after Lhikan and other pre-existing Toa from Metru Nui. So where exactly do Turagas' forms come from? Although the Toa Metru transformed into similar looking Turaga, why did Lhikan and Dume have different Turaga forms even though they are all based off of the same Toa Metru build? Could this be a case more of the set design not being entirely canon? as the movies show that the 6 Turaga on mata nui have the same build as the ones on Metru Nui, although this could have just been a way of cutting corners like how the Matoran keep the same design throughout the films. Also could the variance in form have anything to do with the means of transformation into Turaga?
  5. Recently bought the set, but did not include the two swords. Would deeply appreciate getting these.I prefer US sellers, but anything will work.Can either use paypal or offer trade. reply to this post or email me (skalidor14@gmail.com)
  6. Just looking for the set above, willing to pay $100, negotiable Not concerned about box shape, just sealed Email me@ skalidor14@gmail.com or reply to this
  7. SPIRIT

    CSI: Metru Nui

    Chapter 1: Lhikan bent under the Vahki's barrier, where he joined Nidhiki who, was already examining the crime scene. "Took you long enough," said Nidhiki, not looking up from his work. "It took me ten minutes to convince the Vahki to turn off those stupid red and blue flashing Lightstones. I think everyone can figure out there was a murder here!" Lhikan smiled at his friend's impatience. "Long day, then?" "You have no idea," said Nidhiki, massaging his temples. "When I came to this city to fight the Kanohi Dragon, I did not see myself directing traffic for the next couple centuries. I can't believe these Matoran haven't figured out how to drive properly yet!" Pretending to listen to Nidhiki's rant, Lhikan grabbed a memory crystal out from the survey kit and examined the scene. It was a dark Le-Metru back alley, well out of the way of normal travel around the city. As Lhikan examined each part of the area, he sent the memories into the crystal for future analysis. The victim had blue and green armour and was lying on his back with a long, cylindrical object sticking out of his chest. "Nidhiki, have you examined this yet?" asked Lhikan, crouching down beside the body. "No, I've been too busy with the Vahki and the Matoran," said Nidhiki. He then whipped around and yelled, "hey! That's a Toa line, Ga-Matoran! Don't you cross it!" The Ga-Matoran at whom he was yelling squealed and ran away from the yellow band the Vahki had placed around the perimeter. "Take it easy, brother. She was just looking," said Lhikan, looking up at the Toa of Air. "Why don't you call it a night?" "I would, but I'm covering for Lokru. This is the third time this week he's been late!" As if on cue, Lokru appeared out of thin air right in front of him. "Hey guys, I saw the crowd of Matoran and thought I'd take a look." "Do you have to use your new Mask of Quick Travel to go everywhere?" asked Nidhiki exasperatedly. "'Course I do. Otherwise I'd be late," said Lokru, winking cheekily. Lhikan rolled his eyes at the two bickering Toa and took a closer look at the object. Furrowing his brow, he reached into the kit and pulled out a pair of silver tweezers, which he used to pull the object out of the victim. To his surprise, it turned out to be a paper scroll. He unfurled it and saw that, apart from the Matoran's bodily fluids, the scroll was covered in writings and diagrams in a language he was not familiar with. "Did you just pull that out of the Matoran's body?" asked Lokru in disgust. "How did that get in there?" Lhikan rolled the scroll back up and straightened up. "They say don't kill the messenger, but this time it looks like the messenger did the killing." Review Topic
  8. Hello! I'm new to the forum thing (even though I've been lingering around BZPower for years now), so excuse any mistakes I make or cues I don't pick up on. I've been wanting a Toa Lhikan set ever since 2004, but was never able to aquire one. Now that I have the means (ie a JOB), I've been scouring Amazon, EBay, and other places for years now, hoping to find one at a decent under $150 price, and no luck. I'm hoping someone here has one that they'd be willing to part with. If you're reading this and you do - yay! I'd be willing to pay for Lhikan in all his glory (with or without the Kinkinalo) as well as cover the shipping costs. If I can offer a NIB set or rare Tohunga (McToran) to lower the price a bit, I'll do so. So, if you have a Lhikan, please reply! Thanks in advance.
  9. Sorry for the last-minute entry. Anyway, this is my entry. It may get disqualified if you find any errors since entry period is about to end in a matter of minutes, but oh well. Anyway, I hope it's good. I'd have liked to have added in a part at the end where Lhikan confronts a straggler on Nynrah to emphasize his "not running away" resolution, but it would have surpassed the 6,000 words limit. Dawning Valor By: DoomIgnika Word Count: 5,912 Protagonist: Lhikan Some might call me a hero. Others would call me a coward. Whatever their verdict is, it's not because I am a Toa. It is because I have found the courage within myself to do what I know is right. After recent discussions with Turaga Dume of Metru Nui, I've resolved to move to the island to contain a Rahi attack. This is not to earn a better name for myself. This is because I know it is right. I feel for these Matoran, whose lives are in danger now because of a threat, that perhaps has a driving force behind it more complicated than they believe. Today, I write these texts for those Matoran, or any others, who too wish to be heroes, but fear they have not the courage and strength to do it, those Matoran who seek the truth, but are intimidated by outside forces to abandon these beliefs. I am here to show you that anyone can be a hero, but you are the only one who can make yourself a hero. - Lhikan ---- My name is Lhikan, and this marks the beginning of my story. I'm not exactly sure what has compelled me to record this memoir. Perhaps it is to log recent events that I have finally accounted for, or perhaps it is because I have managed to gather and align my feelings on those events, rather than to tell it to those who haven't the patience or courtesy to listen. I made a simple life on the Southern Continent. I am a crafter, but my work is regarded as mediocre. I don't particularly blame anyone for saying so, but I try my best. Considering my discreditable work, when I heard of the island called "Nynrah", and the "Nynrah Ghosts", I was in awe. The Nynrah Ghosts had always been shrouded in whispered tales and myths. Their craftsmanship was said to be the finest in existence, surpassed only by the skill of the legendary Artakha. They were said to have no equals, no match, no competitors. So when I heard that some of the Matoran from the local area would be going on an expedition to Nynrah soon, I figured it would be for the best if I could find these Nynrah Ghosts as well. Perhaps they would have words of advice for me that others did not. I'd never really thought of how ridiculous this expedition would be until I finally stepped foot on the boat. The entire crew was comprised of Matoran, none of which were particularly schooled map experts - those that were had declined to go on the mission. So I shouldn't have been surprised that it took us days longer than expected to actually reach the coast of Nynrah. When we did, we arrived at night. We didn't expect a welcome from divine, wise beings now, but simply no welcome at all. But our expectations were not met. Oh, yes, we arrived, and what welcomed us was a plethora of confusion. A large group of Matoran were gathered in a fire-lit, rocky clearing, around a large establishment from which a taller being stood. He was around 2 bio tall and clad in purple and red armor. That wasn't what struck me, though. What struck me was the emotion that his eyes reflected. The crimson slits reflected rage, perhaps madness, and the emotion induced fear in me. He looked down at the Matoran as if they had done something wrong as he spoke. I wasn't listening to him right now, only observing the being. Given from the looks of him, he appeared to be the leader here. In my native village we had Turaga, and of course, certain things that we did angered them. But our Turaga had never reacted like this, with such rage and hatred. I could only deduce that something these residents of Nynrah had done had enraged him. I looked at the Matoran standing around the sight. Recalling the tales I had heard, I remembered that the Nynrah Ghosts were the only Matoran on the island. I have to admit, I wasn't expecting the Nynrah Ghosts to be Matoran, but I also wasn't surprised that they were now that I reflect upon it. But I was still hoping for more. These were simple Matoran, nothing more, clad in armor of various shades of silver, gold, and burnt orange, obviously Fe-Matoran, not the benevolent figures I had thought I may see. They, too, gave off an aura of passionate rage, but this vehement anger was that of rebellion. Almost none of the Nynrah Ghosts looked at us as we stepped, dumbfounded, into the crowd, and those that did gave scathing glares. I ignored them and pushed into the assembly. I accidentally stumbled into one of the Nynrah Ghosts along the way, knocking him off of his feet. I quickly apologized and offered my hand to help him up. He gave me an odd look, as if I were giving some kind of respect to him that he didn't deserve. "Who are you? I've never seen a Matoran of your kind here," he said, obviously confused by our arrival. "What's your name, and why are you here?" I stood there, speechless for a second, looking him over. For a member of such a revered society, he was not what I expected. Was a member of a group of such revered crafters a simple Matoran such as this? "My name is Lhikan. I'm a Matoran crafter from the Southern Continent, and I've come to seek guidance and assistance from the Nynrah Ghosts. May I ask your name, and what is going on here?" The Matoran was obviously still quizzical about my appearance, but he asked no further questions. "Sometimes, the Nynrah Ghosts receive... questionable customers. If we need to use our names, some of us prefer to go by code instead. I prefer the codename 'Phantom'. About your second question, a number of Makuta's experiments got loose from his laboratory, killed a number of workers and destroyed some homes. As you can see, we aren't happy about it," he explained, and gesturing towards the tall figure in the center of the gathering, he added, "And neither is he." I shrugged. I'd heard the name "Makuta" before a number of times. I rarely ever saw the being the other Matoran on my homeland referred to as "Makuta", considering that he rarely attended to our continent at all, and I'd seen him in slightly different forms when I did, but the Makuta I'd seen was nothing like this one, both in regards of attitude and appearance. I recalled the "Brotherhood of Makuta" now, an organization dedicated to creating Rahi for our universe and protecting it, though I'd never quite seen this in action due to our Makuta's lack of attendance. Now I was seeing it in action, and I didn't like it. As I began to tune in to what the Makuta was saying, he paused, and looked straight at me. He looked into my eyes with that same glare of hatred now, and I felt the fear building up within me. I stood there, speechless, not knowing what to do. "What are you doing there?" he asked me in a low, pulverant growl. I gulped as I replied. "We - we're from the Southern Continent, some other Matoran and I. We came here on an expedition to meet the Nynrah Ghosts." The Makuta turned, ignoring me. "Well, as I was saying. Further rebellion will be punished. I have done my best to maintain this as a steady workplace, and your chaotic outbreaks do nothing to improve its conditions. Mind what I have said to you here." The Makuta walked away, grumbling, as the shouts of the Nynrah Ghosts rang out in protest. But it was too late, he was gone, ignoring them. Finally giving up, most of the Nynrah Ghosts shrugged and walked away, brushing right by me, giving only the occasional look. Some still stayed, rambling profusely. In the confusion, I decided to stay next to Phantom, who was grumbling under his breath. He turned and glanced at me, a bewildered look behind his mask. "What are you doing?" he asked. "What am I supposed to do?" I inquired in response. "I don't know what to do here. This...well, it's not exactly what I was expecting." "We Nynrah Ghosts get customers, not visitors," Phantom curtly replied. His tone more sincere, he added, "You can stay in my establishment for the night, considering you don't have anywhere to go. But when you return, you'd best tell your friends that the Nynrah Ghosts have no advice to offer you." I nodded, tired and somewhat ashamed. Just then I'd lost all of my hopes and dreams of becoming the legend I wished to be. An expedition wasted, and the Nynrah Ghosts were not the phenomenal beings I had thought - my own idols torn from me. I just wanted to let go now. As I followed, glancing around me to see a combination of huts and more industrial buildings, all of which the Nynrah Ghosts made their homes, I just wished for this night to end, so I could sleep and never awaken into this harsh truth I'd been introduced to tonight. ---- My slumber was interrupted by an abrupt scream. Taken by surprise, I quickly rose to my feet and rushed out into the night, towards wherever the sound had come from, not exactly sure what I was doing. I heard Phantom calling behind me, but for the moment I took no notice of him. Something was wrong. I felt, right now, that whatever was going on, I had to lend my hand in assistance. I arrived at the scene to lay eyes upon a sight I wish I hadn't. Several Matoran were being terrorized and harassed by hideous creatures who I found hard to pass off as Rahi. They walked on two legs, were slightly less than 2 bio tall, with sharp, spike-like appendages coming from their spine, and staffs in their hands. Obviously, due to the fact that they walked on two legs, these were no normal Rahi. At their side were smaller creatures, a small assembly of winged, clawed insectoid Rahi and more scorpion-like creatures. Both may have had other features, but they were obscured by darkened, pitted masks. Just then I should have realized that something was wrong, but I wasn't thinking clearly enough to reach that epiphany. I glanced at one of the anthropomorphic, hunched creatures, this one adorned in armor of a blue hue, carrying a two-pronged staff. I watched it aim its staff at a Matoran, and energy crackled at the staff's tip. A beam of energy let loose from the prongs, just barely missing the Matoran. The rock by the Matoran's side instantly turned to dust, as if it had never been there. The creature aimed again. I made a decision, then. It probably wasn't a wise decision. I really don't know what that decision was, perhaps a stupid one. Or perhaps it was the decision that would shape my future. I grabbed a stone lying by my feet, and hurled it at the creature. It bounced off its armor, leaving the monster unharmed, but it did attract its attention. It looked at me now, and pointed its staff at me. Fear overtook me. I realized then, as the energies coursed around the staff's two-pronged tip, that this thing could kill me now. I wanted to flee. I braced myself to flee, but the turn of events that would occur next stopped me from doing so. Just then, there was a flash of light. Flames danced around me and the creatures, leaving me scatheless, but deeply singing the armor of the beast that had assaulted me. The flames burned a hole in the hunched back of the creature, and some kind of snake-like slug emerged from the opening, slithering away, leaving the body of the thing an empty shell. The other creatures and Rahi at its side fled at the sight, but they were unsuccessful in doing so. A tall figure, not much smaller than the creature, clad in red armor appeared, beating the lifeless creature that had attacked me backwards and away from me. Several others of the same size, each adorned in armor of different colors, followed, and there was a rainbow of colors as chaos ensued. I felt sick and my vision blurred, and when it all cleared, I was face-to-face with my rescuer. He was clad in bright red armor, and he wore what I recognized as a Great Kanohi Kiril, Mask of Regeneration. He glared at me with a look in his eyes, reflecting an emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on. For the first time, someone looked... impressed by something I had done. I didn't know by what, but as he looked me over, I could see that he had taken an interest in my actions.I had now experienced something I never had before, and then, a spark ignited in my mind. A small spark, but a spark that could grow into a passionate flame. I felt a desire to do something I never had thought of, a new purpose. I could still become a legend... I could become a hero, just like the one standing before me now. I'd never seen a Toa before, but the air of gallantry that surrounded him and his allies told me that this was among the storied Toa heroes I'd heard of. "My name is Toa Dume, here to help." He offered an armored hand to me, lifting me to my feet. Most of the Nynrah Ghosts looked in awe at the figures before me. One cried out in confusion, pointing out the madness of the events that were ensuing. I, too, would be quite amazed by recent Rahi attacks, newcomers arriving, and staying, in my village, and now this - tall, powerful newcomers arriving from virtually nowhere. The bickering of the bystanders was silenced by the arrival of the Makuta of Nynrah. He was obviously not amused as he glanced side to side at the confused Matoran. Then, he turned to face the red-armored Toa, Dume. "What are you doing here?" he queried, an ever-hostile edge to his voice. Dume looked him straight in the eyes then. I saw no fear in Dume's eyes. Not the same fear my eyes reflected, but courage. Unending courage that was the flame that saved my life. Courage that made him a hero. He was defiant, not submissive to the Makuta, and I could see that the Makuta knew it. As the mad defiance blazed on in his eyes, he answered. "My team and I were passing by to attend to troubles on another island. We heard there was a predicament, and we came to investigate." "Well, there is nothing to see here. I would have properly dealt with it without your interference, so I now respectfully ask you to leave here, Toa," the Makuta replied, projecting hate from his crimson eyes. "So you'd have dealt with it, and saved this Matoran's life?" Dume asked in a tone of suspicion as he gestured towards me. "Because considering how much of a 'hurry' you arrived in, it didn't look like it." "It's not your place to question my judgment, Toa. Now, I again ask you and your allies to depart this island, and I expect our Matoran newcomers to do so as well," the Makuta growled. I looked at him, angered. Certainly, a Toa hero like the one that stood before us deserved more respect. Dume narrowed his eyes, and looked back at me. He turned his back to the Makuta, and kneeled down, grabbing a rock from the ground. Then, looking around him to ensure nobody else saw what he was doing, he placed his hand near the stone and projected a ray of pure energy from his clenched fist. I watched in awe and confusion, as the Toa transformed a normal rock into a glowing red stone that emanated energy from its surface. Then, he placed it in my hands. "Take this with you. Let nobody see it or lay their hands upon it. And when the time is right, use this." Before I could ask further questions, like how to even use it or what it was for, Dume turned back to the Makuta, giving one last glare of defiance. Then, he turned away and walked off into the night, followed by his Toa comrades. The Makuta watched them, with rage on his features, before he, too, turned away and walked off to his laboratories. Soon, the Matoran crowd disbanded. But it was not like before. There was a general upbeat air of the crowd as it walked off, as if a new hope had dawned in their hearts. I knew that a hope had dawned within me. I should have been shaken by the events that just ensued, with death having been right at my doorstep. But no, I felt no fear, because hope had overridden that fear. I no longer wished to be a crafter, I thought, as I walked off to return to Phantom's residence. I wanted to be a hero. ---- Various things had changed that night, since the appearance of Dume and his team of Toa. The Nynrah Ghosts had completely forgotten of the recent Rahi attacks, or our own arrival, and now an upbeat air of hope surrounded the village. Discussion circled around about a hero to protect the village. The Makuta had attempted to answer this call by calling for the shipment of automated Exo-Toa guardians to the village, but the Nynrah Ghosts were having different plans in mind, I would find. I prepared for my leave from the island, alongside my other Matoran comrades. They were evidently disappointed by the realization that the Nynrah Ghosts had not been the almighty beings they expected, and they were none too excited. But I felt different. I had realized a new purpose on this island – to be a hero. Before I could leave, I was stopped by Phantom. I could tell that he, too, was still awestruck at what he had seen last night. “What do you think?” he asked me. “What?” I asked, not knowing any other way to reply. “Of Dume. Of the Toa. What do you think of them? You were the first to meet them, after all, and the only one they spoke to,” Phantom explained. He was right. I’d had the closest encounter with the Toa of any of the Matoran, and they had given me a gift – whatever it was, along the way, though I decided not to tell anyone. “I’m amazed,” I replied, keeping some of my deeper feelings to myself. Surely, a Matoran aspiring to be a Toa hero such as that would sound crazy. “We all are. Some of the other Nynrah Ghosts are talking about…well, making a hero. To protect the island. We’ve never done experiments with living things before, but we thought that it was necessary, with all of the recent Rahi attacks. Sure, Makuta has ordered the Exo-Toa to protect us…but I feel like that’s not enough,” Phantom said. I nodded. What had brought him to speak to me about this, of all things? Phantom had been the only Nynrah Ghost to offer me shelter on my stay, but he was not much different than the other Nynrah Ghosts – obsessed with work, detached, secretive. I awaited his next words, knowing there was something more for him to say. “I volunteered to become one of these new, engineered heroes for the island. I don’t know why. I just feel like I, too, want to be a hero, to have an impact on this world, to protect the Matoran. I thought you’d agree, having met the Toa and all,” Phantom continued. I understood. I’d wished to become a Toa, to protect innocents, to save Matoran from danger and to bring hope to Matoran ever since I’d met Dume, and perhaps even before that. “Well, good luck,” I said to him. I pondered for a second, contemplating my next words. “I, too, wish to be a hero. Perhaps one day we’ll both be hailed as the guardians of our islands,” I confided in him. Phantom nodded. We said our parting words, odd for two individuals who had just met a day before, and I prepared to leave. The other Matoran from my homeland waited, impatiently, on the boat, shouting towards me, but I ignored them. Something beckoned me to the sight of where I had been attacked, and where Dume had rescued me. I almost lightheadedly walked through the village, ignoring the fading protests of the other Matoran. In a few moments I was there, at the sight I’d been attacked. It was much more peaceful now, without the horrific sight of Rahi at my neck, but I was still not sure of it. I looked at the pile of ash that had been left from the creature’s attack. I’d never seen a normal Rahi transform a rock into ash instantly before. Nor had I seen a Rahi that walked on two legs. I glanced to my left to see the corpse of the creature still lying lifeless on the ground. I crouched down to inspect it, the next sight leaving me speechless. The corpse was empty. It was a simple suit of armor, a shell. Scattered near the motionless figure were multiple Kanohi masks, something I had disregarded until this point. There were numerous shapes scattered about the rocky ground of the village. I could name a number of them. A Ruru, a Pakari, even my own mask, a Hau. But while I’d seen masks in various different colors, these were all the same shade. A darkened brown, with various scratches and cracks in addition. There was something wrong about this. I picked up the nearest mask, which I identified as a Pakari, and wandered off. I could leave the island now, but I didn’t want to yet. Not yet. First, I had the Makuta to confront. I pinpointed his establishment among the others, and walked off towards it. No longer could I hear the protests of the Matoran, just a few murmurs from the Nynrah Ghosts in their homes as I passed by. Eventually, I came across the building, and walked over towards it. A sound was coming from the residence, I noticed, growing more intense as I got closer. It was a conversation. I put my head to the door, not bothering to see if anyone was watching. The Makuta was in exchange with another being. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but I heard the names “Tridax” and “Chirox” passed around. I listened closer, intrigued. “Why is it my job to ensure your dominion over this island, Tridax?” asked a voice distinctively different from the Makuta’s. “Because, Chirox,” the other voice, belonging to the Makuta, replied. “You make the Rahi with the biggest teeth, and big teeth is just what I need to scare these Matoran into submission. They’ve been slacking lately, and slacking leads to bad business, and no profit to the Brotherhood.” I gasped. I was correct in my assumption that something was wrong now. The Makuta, or Tridax, as the other had referred to him, had been using the Rahi to scare Matoran into work. “And how has that worked out? A Toa rescued the Matoran, and now all they’re talking about is becoming ‘heroes’,” the first voice, who I deduced could only be the one Tridax called “Chirox”, answered. “No thanks to your efforts. I ordered you to give me instructions for infected masks and your Rahkshi, and look what happens,” Tridax hissed. “I recall I told you precisely how to create infected masks – and it didn’t involve tampering with the Kraata or the masks along the way any further than I instructed,” Chirox growled, anger rising up in his voice. “Perhaps your instructions weren’t good enough. After all, how was I supposed to know it would drive the Rahi insane?” Tridax suggested. I heard only a grumble from Chirox in reply. “Now, next time I request your assistance, I expect that these creatures don’t escape and nearly kill a Matoran. I don’t particularly care for them, but another death could mean total rebellion, and that’s not the thing the Brotherhood needs to deal with for the moment.” “And next time perhaps you should not tamper with my experiments, Tridax,” Chirox mumbled. I heard a slight noise too quiet to identify. Then, the door burst open, and Tridax emerged in his crimson and purple armor. He was different now, albeit only slightly, with sharper claws and small wings, but I could still identify him. I couldn’t see anyone within his establishment that Tridax could have been speaking too, only air crackling with energy. I turned to face Tridax, who was staring intently at me with that same rage, the madness in his crimson eyes that melted my courage. I gulped and backed off. “Well, little Matoran – tell me, what brings you here at this time?” he asked, with an edge of sarcasm in his voice. I held up the pitted, darkened Pakari I had found. Tridax merely nodded and said nothing more, waiting for me to speak. “I – I found this at the village,” I said, stuttering with fear. “What Rahi wears masks?” Tridax sighed. I felt something brush against my mind, only briefly, and Tridax’s eyes widened. “So…you certainly know a lot, Matoran. You’ve been digging a lot. You’ve even been making deals with Toa, with them offering you generous gifts. But, let me tell you the problem with digging, Matoran.” He leaned closer to me. I backed off even further, but his mad, crimson eyes were still locked onto mine. “Have you ever heard of the tale of the Matoran miners?” he asked me. I shook my head, not knowing what would happen next. Tridax simply grinned. “Once, there was a group of Matoran miners. They found something interesting on the ground – an odd lightstone. It glowed so brightly, they’d never laid eyes upon a lightstone so bright. They thought, perhaps, if they kept digging in this spot, they would find more of them. So they kept digging and digging and digging. They dug themselves into a pit so deep, but to their dismay, when they looked up, there was nothing to meet them but a pile of earth. And so the tunnel they had created crumbled around them, burying them alive. And there was nobody to hear them scream. Nobody to help them. Nobody even remembered them. They just…faded away, buried alive, never heard from again.” Just then, I realized that this Makuta could kill me right now. I backed off, Tridax’s glance still intent on me. A wicked grin was plastered on his mask as he watched me. “I think you’ve just about missed your friends. They left without you.” I ignored Tridax’s words, running off as he continued. “Go ahead, little Matoran,” he said. I looked behind me. He was still glancing at me, his eyes not moving. His mouth hadn’t even moved when he spoke, almost as if he had spoken to me through my mind. “Go ahead and run. You’ll never be a hero, only a coward.” I ran off through the village, ignoring all around me. I saw a nearby, small boat and merely leaped into it, ignoring the madness around me. I didn’t care about returning to my home now. I didn’t care about those that I once knew. I’d even left my aspirations to become a hero behind then. But the Makuta’s mad gaze, and his threats – I wanted to get as far away from this island, and this life, as possible. I could still hear Tridax’s words echoing in my head as I used the oars to row away. “You’ll never be a hero, only a coward.” ---- That had marked the end of my life as I knew it. The rest of my days for 10,000 years had been spent wandering the world, only subject to passing rumors among the various passengers I traveled with. In that time, I learned many things. Dume, the very Toa that had rescued me, had become Turaga of the island of Metru Nui. Phantom, the Matoran who had been kind and generous enough to offer me shelter in his presence, had been shunned by his people after the experiments, and cast away, leaving him only to join the group of murderous thieves and bandits, the Dark Hunters, where he continued to go by the codename of Phantom. I learned much in that time, but I paid no mind to it. My life had lost its purpose. I was no hero. I was only a coward. I’d fled then, fled from that confrontation. I’d fled from my life. This time of my life would come to an end when, perhaps by chance, or perhaps by the hands of the Great Spirit himself, I stumbled upon the island of Metru Nui. It was quite an active, busy, industrial place, buzzing and bumbling with activity. In my wandering, I was quick to come upon two Onu-Matoran deep in discussion with a slightly taller figure. I stared at him, a strange feel of familiarity in my head as I looked over his features. He was adorned in red armor, and he wore a Noble Kiril. I remembered him now. He was Dume, the very Toa who had rescued me. He was far shorter now, but I could tell he was the same being who rescued me. He looked at me in amazement. “I remember you. You were the Matoran I had met on Nynrah,” he said, amazement in his voice. “I never even learned your name then.” I’d never spoken my name in the longest time, but I told him then. “My name is Lhikan.” “I see you haven’t remembered my gift to you,” Dume replied, ignoring the now-arguing Matoran at his side. I remembered now. The glowing stone that Dume had given me so many years ago. I’d left it on Nynrah! “Take it to the center of the village. There, you will find the Suva. You’ll know what to do,” Dume said. “Why? What’s so special about it?” I asked him, confused. Dume only smiled, and gave me that same look of admiration he had given me when we’d first met. I nodded. I didn’t know what this would do, but the stone was the last part of my life, the last spark of my dreams to become a hero. I had to follow Dume’s orders. I set off, ready to return to Nynrah and return to my past. ---- Energy coursed through my body now. I looked at my arms and legs. Whatever the Suva had done, it had changed me. I had become a Toa. I looked at my armor, seeing now that it was almost like Dume’s armor. I saw Dume’s form reflected in my own, now. I grabbed two pieces of equipment lying near the Suva, two large blades. I slammed them together, fitting them into one, then taking them apart again. This would certainly be useful. A sudden spark erupted in my mind. I was a Toa now! I could be the very hero I once wished and aspired to become. I decided, then, to face another aspect of my past. The very being that had tricked me into fleeing that day. I walked through the Exo-Toa infested villages, as the machines nudged Matoran and the Nynrah Ghosts’ customers along. I ignored them. I continued along, paying no mind to the Exo-Toa pointing their weapons at me. I was intent on one thing now. I ran into Tridax quickly. When he turned to face me, I remembered that glare – the same glare that had instilled fear into me before. I thought, then, being a Toa, that I would feel no fear, but I was wrong. I still felt that fear when I looked into the mad, crimson eyes. He wasn’t much different than he was before. Slightly taller, this time with an acid-tipped spear in his hands. He stared at me, rage prominent in his features. “Well, well, well. The coward returns to right the wrongs of his past, does he not? Nothing to see here, move along, unless you wish harm upon yourself,” Tridax hissed. My courage melted as he stared at me, but I continued, resolute. “It’s…time that your corrupted rule comes to an end,” I said, fear in my voice. “My corrupted rule? My, my, Toa, how delusional you are. I’m only enforcing order. Now, I shall give you one chance to flee. To return to your little cowardly world and hide from the truth. Or you may die here,” Tridax growled. I stood there, defiant, even with the fear in my heart. “No. I will not flee again.” Tridax only nodded in response. Gesturing towards his Exo-Toa, they moved in towards me, as the Matoran bystanders watched in horror. I held up my two swords near me, almost in defense, as the machines edged in towards me. Soon, I couldn’t take it, as they slowly inched closers and aimed their weapons at me. I ran fast on my feet, away from the scene. I felt it all over again. I ran again. I was a coward. I felt Tridax’s eyes focused on me as I fled, his mad cackling echoing through the village. I heard the same words again. I was a coward. I was a fool to think I could be a hero, that being a Toa would make me a hero. I just wanted it all to end again. ---- Once more, I wandered, my life’s purpose lost again. This time, it had been far shorter, as I caught passing rumors of a group of Toa who had recorded the entire history of the Brotherhood of Makuta and left it, guarded, in the safety of their fortress. They distrusted the Brotherhood too, and, remembering the treachery of Tridax, the words passed between him and Chirox, I volunteered to join them. Perhaps it was a mistake, perhaps not. Soon, the island would be raided by two Skakdi savages, and then rampaged by mad Frostelus who murdered all but one of the group. That one was me. I remembered it clearly. The leader of the squad telling me to flee, to recover the Makoki stone, as it was called. I followed one order. I looked for the stone, and to my dismay, I could not find it. I still fled. I thought it was merely following orders then, but now as I reflect upon it, I realize what I had done. I had fled a third time. I had fled from my life twice, and I had again. That day, I resolved that I would never flee again. I’d left too many innocent lives behind, let people die, because of my cowardice. I would never run again. It might not make me a hero. It might still leave my reputation as a coward imprinted throughout history, but I resolved that the least I could do was pledge never to leave my allies behind again. I would never run from the truth, or anything, again.
  10. ...What would they be? Here are some ideas I have: Kraatu - A Gafna or Hydruka of some sort. Good Guy - The maskless version of the Ta-Matoran that saved Hahli in the first 2007 comic. He's red, a similar build, and not only is he holding a fire weapon, he also has a weapon in the set image that looks kind of like his right hand. Bad Guys - Skakdi Nightmares like Irnakk. QUICK Bad Guys - Alternate Rahaga of some kind. QUICK Good Guys - Hypothetical Matoran Hordika (which may have been said to potentially exist by Greg?) 07 Good Guy - A Matoran of some kind 08 Good Guy - Nidhiki as a Matoran. 08 Bad Guy - A Fenrakk Spider of some kind. What are your ideas?
  11. I just talked to Greg Farshtey on the LMBs inquiring about this promotional set: For a long time this 2006 promotional set has been thought to be Turaga Lhikan, though it was never made canon. Until now. Take a look what Greg Farshtey replied with: Source: community.lego.com/t5/LEGO-General/Chat-with-Greg-Farshtey/m-p/11233939#M252886 I have just caused Gold Good Guy to become the official canon set version of Turaga Lhikan! YAY!!! So, does this make any difference to you, or am I just excited over nothing?
  12. Vanquisher of Dragons, Runner of Blockades, and Hero of Naho Bay, may I present: Toa Naho ^Link to Gallery^ Wielding a Kanohi Kakama and twin Tide Daggers, this Toa of Water is ready to take on any foe, be it Kanohi Dragon or Dark Hunters. This was just a quick MOC to use some of my new masks and to get some creative juices flowing, but I'm very proud of how it turned out. The original idea was based on a sketch (bottom right corner) I started for Bonesiii's Destiny of Bionicle, but never finished. It turns out that most of my blue pieces are at Brickfair, so the legs are a bit more silver than I would have liked, but I think she looks good. Please Comment, Critique, and Enjoy!
  13. To quote Jack Krauser from Resident Evil 4, "Been a long time, comrade." Last time I was on BZP was the day it crashed, and that was the last time I was inspired to draw Bionicle, until recently that is. The other night, I was suddenly inspired (at 2:30am nonetheless) to finally draw the Lhikan and the Toa Metru. While I have costume sketches for the rest of the lot, I won't post them until they are at least colored with flats. Their getups are inspired by a crossover of steam punk fashion, Thor, and their respective professions (the Toa Metru I mean).
  14. So I was doing some thinking, and I had a crazy idea. What if lego made a Bionicle TV show? I thought about it, and realized that a TV show based on the mainstream storyline would be difficult because it would clash with the movies. Then I thought what if there was a TV show about the Toa Mangai? It could be called "Defenders of Metru Nui", the protagonists would be the 11 Toa Mangai (Lhikan, Nidhiki, Tuyet, Naho, 4 unnamed toa of ice, and 3 unknown toa) the antagonists could be the Dark Hunters. The plot would be the Toa Mangai foiling various Dark Hunter attempts to take over the city. There could be a pilot arc about the founding of the team and the defeat of the Kanohi Dragon, a Tuyet betrayal arc, and the finale could be a Toa/Dark Hunter war arc. These big arcs could be seperated by shorter episode arcs that would allow some creative license to the writers, for example: various untold Dark Hunter plots, an archives breakout, possibly an origin to the metru nui tahtorak, etc. You could watch Lhikan and Nidhiki progress from being best friends to Nidhiki's betrayal attempt. There is a lot of room here for storytelling and character development, you could even have the team have some adventures on other islands like xia. There could be an episode where Nidhiki encounters Krekka and has to fight him as a toa. Do you guys think a Bionicle TV show would've been cool? Do you have any ideas of your own for a Bionicle TV show (a toa hagah show, an order of mata nui show, etc.). Any opinions on my idea for a show? Let me know what you think.
  15. The number of Toa Stones which any one Toa can create once they have fulfilled their destiny has always confused me, basically because: A. In 2004, Lhikan used his Toa Power to create six Toa Stones. B. In 2008 (I think), in the Kingdom alternate universe, alternate Takanuva also created six Toa Stones. C. In 2005, the Toa Metru each created one Toa Stone. Is this something to do with how much Toa Power a Toa has, or is it just a story error? Mainly because, if in the future of BIONICLE, the Nuva each sacrificed their Toa Power to create new Toa, essentially 30 new Toa would be added to the total number alive, if each Nuva can produce six Toa Stones. Am I the only one who thinks that this is weird?
  16. Protector Well… we won. Normally, I would not waste time carving this tablet. I enjoy history as much as the next Toa - it’s just that I can’t help but think my time and powers would be better spent elsewhere, as this vast city rebuilds itself after the great battle it just underwent. Alas, a Po-Matoran whom Turaga Dume has named Chronicler of the Toa has asked me to compile my thoughts about the past weeks, so that he may include them in the new Ta-Metru Wall of History. I have only recently returned from my journey with Naho and the others to the island of Xia, where we dropped off the subdued Kanohi Dragon. What the Xian natives plan to do with it, I have no idea. But like Tuyet suggested, they can always feed it to their other ‘pet’, the Mountain, if it proves too vicious even by Vortixx standards. As we returned, we noticed that the island city of Metru Nui was in far better shape than it had been when we left. Already the southern half of Ta-Metru is almost rebuilt, after it was practically leveled by the Kanohi Dragon. Everyone’s shown so much teamwork. Even the Turaga has lent a hand where he could. Indeed, the Matoran here are truly blessed by the Great Spirit, for their leader is as wise as he is brave. These Matoran are unlike any I’ve seen. Their perseverance and creativity is unmatched by any I’ve known before. I remember well the first time I met the then Toa Dume. I was a humble tinkerer and toolmaker on the western half of the Northern Continent, taking an unscheduled break from my duties and heading to the local lava river. In my haste, I failed to notice that the lavaboard I’d ‘borrowed’ from a friend’s cubby was so worn down that it was useless even as a waterboard. Of course, by the time I finally noticed I was in the middle of the river, speeding across molten magma. I would have been lava-bones for sure if Dume hadn’t seen me on his routine patrol of the Koro. He saved me, and evidently liked me, for he made me a Toa later on. Looking back, my first thought when I received the summons from Dume via Vahki emissary was if the Turaga would remember me. I made my way north as fast as my Greatswords of Fire could fly, noticing familiar faces heading the same way, hitching a ride on the backs of their respective Vahki. Naho I already knew from my exploration of a small southern island, in search of the missing Makoki Stone. Tuyet I met while searching the far eastern part of the Northern continent and, knowing her, it was not surprising that she’d answered the call for Toa to aid Metru Nui. Nothing grabs Tuyet’s attention like the chance to smash some heads together. One other hero, a Toa of Air (Nidhiki, I believe he’d called himself), was new to me. I assume Nidhiki has a very troubled history, given by what little he’s shared. I wonder what his story is, and if he’ll ever trust me enough to tell me…The other seven Toa are a bit of a mystery, as I hadn’t the time to meet with them before the action. Dume was lucky enough to find 4 Toa of Ice willing to answer the call and take on the Dragon. Without their power, we most certainly would not have defeated the great beast. One Toa that Dume was blessed by the Great Beings to have drafted was an experienced Toa of Fire. He was the last to answer the summons, and the only one that no one else knew prior to the forming of the team. He doesn’t talk much… hasn’t even told us his name yet. He wears armor of crimson and silver, and wears a Kanohi Kakama. His fighting skills were unmatched by any warrior of any race I have ever witnessed. He instantly reminded me of the commander of the old Tower of Toa, and behaves very much like him as well. He probably would have made a better leader than I, but for some reason he insisted that I head the new team. Nidhiki suggested that he might make the best leader, but a silent stare from our fiery new ally put a stop to all such thoughts. And so we entered into the city of Metru Nui, some of us for the first time. After a standoff with three Dark Hunters in the Coliseum, our mission was made clear; find the beast and subdue it by any means possible, before it could cause further damage to the city. We found the Dragon perched atop the Great Furnace, its immense size making the colossal building seem like a village hut in comparison. Then the battle began. One of our Toa of Ice impulsively sent a blast of snow and hail from his weapon, hitting the Dragon directly in the eye. The creature, enraged by the pain and cold, leaped down from the structure and sent a blast of orange fire at our icy partner. The Toa of Ice would’ve surely been incinerated had Nidhiki not whipped up a miniature cyclone from the tip of his Air Scythe and shoved him out of the way. The battle quickly became a war, lasting over a month; every day fighting the dragon, wherever it tried to hide. In the course of that time, thousands of Vahki were destroyed along with much of Ta-Metru. Fortunately, in that time we all learned how to fight as a team - one of the few rewards that came of our victory. I have not the time to go into the details of all the conflicts, but it is worth noting that I now have new appreciation for the idea of having partners to fight beside you. Perhaps I’ll make a decent leader yet. Now we at last have a moment to rest. Our Ice Toa are by far the worst for wear out of all of us. Their armor is almost black as soot from their efforts to encase the beast in ice. Turaga Dume suspects that Dark Hunters might have released the Dragon from its resting place as a way of convincing him that it was in his best interest to allow them into the city; to install a base here for Metru Nui’s ‘protection’ (Ironic that it was they who endangered us and Dume’s own Toa team that sealed the Dragon in ice in the first place). Knowing what the Dark Hunters have done for the sake of control in the past, I have no doubt we’ll be seeing more of them very soon. Being a leader is not what I wanted, but it seems to be the position I’ve been tasked with. My new team is a good one. They are all excellent fighters, and seem to be getting along well enough. My fellow Toa and I agree that it would be wise to stay in the city and act as its permanent Toa team. Some of the more spirited Matoran have even given us the name “Toa Mangai”. Donning the title of protector may be the greatest honor any of us have ever received. Yes, I think we’ll stay here for a while. I have a feeling that a time will come when this city and its Matoran need all of us again. And by the Great Beings, I won’t let them down. I will never let my friends down again. - Toa Mangai Lhikan This memoir was written by Colt McCoy, edited and submitted by moi because Colt is having some troubles with account access. You can ask me any questions here in the topic but if you want to show the author some love, PM me for a link! (I'm worried about linking to his account on a non-Lego site, seeing as I skipped over the forum policies on my way here )
  17. Nidhiki stood at the wall of the Dark Hunter fortress. Every now and then he thought about the times he had been in Metru Nui and the many battles he had fought in the Toa-Dark Hunter War. During times of war, it was normal for someone to write down the details for each battle, so future historians can have a record. When Nidhiki was bored, he would read the words he wrote all those years ago and ponder what he could have done to prevent himself from becoming a Dark Hunter and looking like the monster he is now. * * * Toa-Dark Hunter war, day 42 I was in the room with the rest of the Toa Mangai and Dume where we usually strategize, when someone knocked on the chamber door. I was wondering who was rude enough to cut me off in mid-sentence until I saw she was one of our Toa scouts. She was a Toa of Lightning and wore a white Kanohi Akaku. She stepped forward. She explained that she had overheard a couple of Dark Hunters talking about a bomb. She also stated that they planned to use that bomb to destroy a third of the Toa defending the city. And then... All Lhikan said was that we would deal with it after we got medical supplies for our injured Toa! So I decided to make my thoughts on the matter clear. "You can't be serious! We need to deal with this as soon as possible! This is war! The Dark Hunters wouldn't waste time to destroy us all!" I said. "Even if we did something about this bomb, what would we do? Throw elemental bursts and hope they hit something? If we go in with just what we have, what would we accomplish?" Lhikan replied. "That's a much better plan than waiting!" "If I can get a word in, we could just send in a team small enough to slip by their defenses and steal the bomb for examination," the scout interjected. I had to say, I was quite surprised I hadn’t thought about that. She continued, "I volunteer myself to go, since I am the only one who knows where the bomb is located. "Lhikan considered this for a moment. "We’ll send a team in about an hour. And since you are so eager for action, Nidhiki, you shall accompany this Toa and two others who are willing to go on this mission. Is that clear?" "Yes... Brother" I replied bitterly. We then headed out to search for Toa who would be willing to accompany us. * * * There were two Toa willing to accompany us, one a Toa of Fire with a gold hue and a red Hau, the other a Toa of "the Green" wearing a blue Faxon. The three Toa with me seemed to know each other quite well. They were remembering their adventures before the war. They seemed to have a lot of good memories, but where I come from, you can never be completely safe, which was why I had learned to use the shadows to my advantage, unlike these three. Eventually we reached Ga-Metru, where the Toa of Lightning said the bomb was located. She used her Kanohi Akaku to scan for the bomb, but she couldn’t find it. She suggested that the Dark Hunters had moved it to keep it safe. "So how do you suppose we find one bomb in this entire section of the Metru?" the Toa of Fire asked. "We should split into two teams so we can cover more ground. You, Toa of Plant Life, you're with me. Let's go," I replied. The team went in opposite directions, the Toa of Plants and I taking the left path. Eventually we found a Dark Hunter outpost, with the Dark Hunter named Primal standing guard. He didn't see us yet, so I created a vacuum around him, and due to the lack of air, he fell unconscious. I and the Toa of the green went inside the outpost, only to find that there was nothing there. Then, we saw a ball of flame erupt in the air just about a kio away. "What is that Toa thinking!? He just gave away his position to the whole city!" I exclaimed. "He is still a novice, so he has a lot to learn. But don't worry; we know where he is, so I suggest we make haste." When we arrived at the site of the flare, we found our two Toa allies battling four Dark Hunters at the time. "I guess we'd better help," I said to my partner. A green dark hunter of the Skakdi race seemed to notice us. He seemed to be the one in charge of the group. "Hakann! Reidak! Teach these two to not interfere with things that don't concern them!" he ordered. The one called Reidak charged at me. I hurled a cyclone at him, which seemed to make him even madder. As soon as the cyclone subsided, he charged at me yet again. “You’re a tricky one, aren't you?” I said. He let out a growl of frustration and swung, with the blunt end of his Buzz saw smacking me right in the mask. "OWW! That's it, no more playing easy!" I swung at him, with my scythe hooking onto his Buzz saw. With all my might, I tore it free from his grip. As soon as he was defenseless, I punched him with enough force to knock-out a Kane-Ra bull. "Toa, one, Dark Hunter, zero." I went to go help out the novice Toa of Fire, who seemed to be having a hard time beating the one I recognized as Thok. As soon as the fire-spitter noticed I was coming he shouted that he could hold them off while the Toa of Lightning would destroy the bomb. "Sure thing fire-spitter,” I pointed to the dark hunter in charge. “But I'll handle him!" * * * After a furious battle, Zaktan shouted to his squad, "The bomb is lost! We shall live to fight another day!" The one called Hakann pointed his lava launcher at the Toa of plants. "Of course, but it would be rude to leave without a parting gift!" With that said, he shot a lava sphere right at the Toa of "the Green". It struck him square in the chest, slowly burning away at his organs. It must have been an agonizing death. "NOOOOOO!" the fire-spitter shouted, hurling balls of flame at the retreating dark hunters, but it was already too late. "It's all my fault! I should've helped him out! I should've done something!" I went to the Toa of fire and said, "It’s not your fault. Things like this are going to happen during a war, kid. You need to learn to get used to it." And with that, we returned to the Coliseum, where I informed Lhikan of the death of the Toa of plants. "And you are sure you couldn't do anything to prevent this?" "If I could, I would have." I replied. After that was dealt with, we put the bomb in storage, where it was decided it would remain. But I kept on thinking that I should have convinced Lhikan to use the bomb against the Dark Hunters. Bah, he probably would have said “No, we cannot endanger the Matoran!”. Anyway, why would Lhikan care so much about ONE life out of one hundred? Is he surprised that someone was killed in a war? It wouldn’t make sense if he was. In my opinion, you should only care about a death in a war if you lost someone important. This Toa of Plant Life, however, was not important. He was just a soldier, we have dozens of Toa who could take his place! After I thought about this, Lhikan asked me to check in on the guards and inform them of the loss. After I did that, I went to our usual room where we would talk about strategies. END
  18. All right, since there's split opinions on people who wanted either a Skyward Sword spoof or Wind Waker spoof, here's what I'm going to do. This is the skeletal script for the Wind Waker parody originally planned to be next. I call it this because for the most part, this is how I figure out what the story is going to be like. I just write down ideas on a word document in chronological order to serve as my basis. As I go along writing, I can eventually connect the dots between sequences to fill in gaps, thus making a full-fledged chapter. Since people want to see Wind Waker so badly, here is a one-shot chapter of it, even shorter than a Skyward Stooge chapter. I will eventually make a full version, but so people will stop bothering me about it and telling me bad things, here's this to hold you all over, so you can get an idea of what it could have been like had SS not been the next one I chose to make. EDIT: Okay, because I'm a really stupid moron who didn't check the topic name, this topic will now be where I post the future Wind Waker Spoof. So I guess come back here after Skyward Stooge is done and be ready for a new adventure. So consider this post Chapter 0. So those who mist feel lost, this takes place after the Dimwit of Time, when Lewa (DOT) leaves back to his own timeline, thus creating a whole new timeline alongside the one he left behind. He momentarily existed in both of them, but then crossed over with Navi, becoming separated from the elements that made him a hero, defeating Antroz and having the Triforce of Courage. Although when he returns home, the Triforce senses his presence, thus it breaks apart, giving Lewa back the Triforce of Courage and unknowingly giving Nokama and Antroz their respective Triforce pieces. Lewa stops Antroz from going through with his plans, all is well (until Twilight Delinquent when everyone finds out Antroz has the Triforce of Power). Meanwhile, in the other timeline, Antroz was imprisoned in the Sacred Realm (along with Toa Tuyet for whatever reason), and everything is just pinky fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows until Antroz breaks out and causes chaos. Since Dume is too old and senile, Nokama's uncle ends up taking his place as king for the time being after she asks for him personally. The newly anointed King Lhikan has trouble trying to figure out what to do, so he and everyone else tries to appeal to the goddesses and the Triforce, hoping for some solution when they realize there is no hero to come and save them. Ultimately, the kingdom is drowned and everyone's lives sacrificed. That is, save for Antroz and King Lhikan... This is but one of the legends the Matoran talk about. Just one. Not two. Not three. Not seventy-eight. Just one… Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden… in the middle of the field for everyone to see. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, LOTSA Spaghetti, and peace. But mostly LOTSA Spaghetti. But one day a wicked burn victim of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself because he figured “Hey, why not?” and because it was just right there in front of him, ready and ripe for the taking. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness everywhere, all within the time span of exactly seven days. But then, when all hope died and the hour of doom seemed at hand… A young Toa of Air appeared as if out of nowhere… when in reality he was just locked up in a temple for seven days. He brought fire with him. Wielding the blade of evil’s bane, he sealed the dark one away with some annoying Southern Belle girl and brought back light to the land… because taking him down right then and there to end his evil forever was not an option. Just seal him away in some realm of light with some hillbilly girl. The Toa who traveled through time to save the land was then named the Hero of Time. You know, because it made sense at the time. His tale was passed through generation until it became legend. Because no one wrote anything down, so no one could really recall things exactly. But then… there came a day when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom. The great evil that everyone thought was gone forever and sealed away by the hero wasn’t actually gone forever. He and his mismatched partner returned, and he was eager to resume his dark designs. Big surprise there. Faced by an onslaught, everyone could only appeal to the Great Spirit and his three subordinates… because no one likes Hylia apparently, but enough of her. In their last hour as doom drew nigh, they left their future in the hands of Fate. Unfortunately, Fate wasn’t in a good mood that day and she didn’t help them. What became of this kingdom? None remain who know… which brings up the question of how I’m able to relay this story to you all… Bionicle: Wimp Waker -- Condensed *Somewhere on Outset Island, there was going to be something big going down…* Idris: Wake up, big brother! Lewa, getting up: Please exit my life and never return. Idris: I just drank 28 gallons of soda. Lewa: That’s really deep-interesting. Not. Why are you here? Idris: Grandma said she’s got your birthday present. Lewa: You mean nothing? Like every year before? Idris: Yeah. And when I asked her, she kicked me out of the house. Lewa: Then annoy-bug the neighbors. Idris: I don’t think they like me. Lewa: You’re weird. Give me the telescope. I’m going to look at things while you ramble on. *As Idris rambles on with her semi-non-coherent rambling, Lewa sees a giant mutant Nivawk with something in its claws, as well as a pirate ship shooting at it. What caught Lewa’s attention was a Toa of water in the talons of the bird. As the bird was hit by the cannons of the ship, the girl was released and she fell to her doom.* Lewa: Well, that’s not something you see every day. Look at the fat bird. Idris: You should go over there and help the girl. Lewa: You’re still here? Well, you might be right. And she does look cute. Idris: Cuter than me? Lewa: Yes. It’s not that difficult, you know. Even that “Toa Tuyet” I read about is cuter than you. *Lewa went up the boring path to the top of the mountain where he met this newcomer who didn’t actually fall to her doom. She just fell a very long ways.* Lewa: Who are you? Nera: I could ask you the same thing. Lewa: Common island dweller. Nera: Okay. So where am I? Lewa: Outset Island. And hey, I’m asking the questions here! Brutaka: Miss Nera, I finally found you. Nera: D’oh, Brutaka, I thought I told you to never go blurting out stuff. Brutaka: I’m sorry, Miss Nera, but you know how I get when I’m hungry. Nera: I’ll let you off. *Another boring walk later.* Lewa: So who are you? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Brutaka! Lewa: He’s a pirate? Brutaka: I’m a pirate. Nera: Stop talking! Both of you! Brutaka: We’re all pirates. Nera: Oh, Brutaka, you’re so slow in the head. Idris, from afar: Big brother! Lewa: Oh, it’s you. Hey, I found some pirates. Nera: No, I’m not. Brutaka: Yes, you are. *Nera smacks Brutaka on the head and Brutaka cries out.* Brutaka: Is there anyone out there as unlucky as me? *In the irony of his words, the giant bird swoops in and takes Idris.* Idris: Bye, big brother! Lewa: Oh, no, you don’t, you stupid bird! You’re not going to force me on some epic trek-quest! *Lewa runs off the edge of a cliff (SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER!!), but Nera grabs him before he falls.* Nera: By the goddesses, you’re a moron… *Somewhere in the heavens…* Nayru: Think we should have chosen someone else to be our hero? Din: Maybe we should stop choosing them like this. Farore: Puppies make me smile! Nayru and Din: Shut up, Farore! *Back on Outset…* Nera: Say what? Lewa: You heard me. I gotta get my sister before she does something dumb. Nera: Like jump off a cliff? Lewa: Exactly. Nera: Okay. It’ll give me a good excuse to use my new catapult. Lewa: What? Nera, sly: Yup. *She hits Lewa on the head and knocks him out* *Before he knew it (and he didn’t), Lewa was dumped onto a catapult and sent flying through the air, sailing through the sky for many days and nights until he smacks his face right into a walled fortress.* Lewa: Well, good thing I’m an adorable cartoon character. Or else I could have died. Nera/ Pirates’ charm: Lewa, can you hear me? Lewa: Stop the voices in my head! Nera: No, check your pocket. *Lewa does so and sees the charm.* Lewa: Nera? What is this glowing-charm? Nera: It lets me talk to you. I put it in your pocket while you were out cold. Lewa: Oh… okay. You didn’t take funny picture of me as well, did you? Nera, nervous: Uh, no? Nera, thinking: Don’t say anything, Nera. He could be on to you and your secret crush on him… Lewa: Oh, that’s good. Where’s my sword? Nera: At the top of the fortress. Lewa: D’oh, kraata slime. *Later at the top of the fortress.* Lewa: I found you! Now to see who is behind this! *Lewa opens the door.* Lewa: I knew you were behind this! *Lewa points over at the cage with the other various young Matoran girls.* Lewa, calmly: Because who else would be behind a dungeon door? Idris: Big brother! *Just then, the Nivawk King swoops in, plucks Lewa, and delivers him to his master.* Master: Drop him. Tuyet, southern accent: Hi, there, cutie pie! *The Nivawk King drops/flings him away like nothing. And after miraculously surviving, Lewa wakes up and meets a frightening new face.* King of Red Lions: Hey, how’s it going? Lewa: Talking boat! How?! KORL: Magic. Lewa: Oh. KORL: To save your sister, you must defeat the evil dark master. Lewa: What’s his name? KORL: Antroz. Lewa: What’s he like? KORL: Well, you see, Antroz was a naughty boy who tried to take over the world until he got defeated and imprisoned with a friend of mine-- I mean… some insane lady. Lewa: Okay. KORL: Adventure! Lewa: Hey, look… *Lewa stands up, pulls out a white mask with a red disk from out of nowhere, and puts it on.* Lewa: Amon a boat. KORL: … Let’s go. *2 Temples later…* Lewa: Can we get to Antroz now? KORL: No. *1 mismatched sidequest later…* Lewa: Can we go get Antroz now? KORL: NO. *1 stupid tower later…* Lewa: Can we go get Antroz now? KORL: Not until you get the Master Sword? Lewa: Where? KORL: In Metru Nui! *1 deep-sea diving trip later…* Lewa: I found it! KORL: Good! Now we can go! To the Forsaken Fortress! *Back at the Forsaken Fortress…* Idris: Big brother! Lewa: Can you be less loud? Nera: I’ll take it from here! Lewa: Why are you here? Nera: To take these girls back to their fathers and get rich, that’s why. Lewa: Uh… Okay. What about my sister? Nera: We’ll just keep her onboard until you’re done here. Nera, thinking: That clueless look in his eyes is so… Lewa: Okay. *One silly boss fight later.* Lewa: Okay, Antroz, I killed your angry chicken! Antroz: Surprise backhand! *Antroz backhands Lewa.* Tuyet: Hey, y’all, Tuyet here. Antroz: I don’t like you! Nera: Don’t worry, my love, I will save you! Antroz: Get away from me! *As Antroz gets ahold of her wrist, his Triforce of Power starts to glow.* Antroz: My Triforce is resonating. I have you now, Princess Nokama! Nera: But… I’m not Nokama. Antroz: Don’t lie to me, Nokama. You’ve pulled this trick before with that whole “Nessk” disguise. Well, it won’t work now! *Just then, Lewa and Nera are randomly rescued by some filler characters I did not portray in this whatsoever. And then Valoo shows up and torches Antroz’s quarters.* Antroz: I’m on fire! Again! Why does this keep happening to me?! Tuyet: Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Nope, it’s just me. *giggles* Antroz: You daft twit! Are you that oblivious? We’re going to die here and all you can do is talk about how attractive you are! I’d rather go… marry… Elitha than continue being here with you! Tuyet: You admit you find me attractive! Antroz: I said no such thing! Tuyet: Admit it, sugar, you like me. Antroz: Can’t you see the fire?! Tuyet: Yup. It’s in your eyes, darlin’. Antroz: *sighs* Me mind on fire. Me soul on fire. Feeling hot hot hot. Party people, all around me feeling hot hot hot. *One travel back to the sunken city of Metru Nui later…* Lhikan: I’m the king of Metru Nui and the King of Red Lions! And you are really Princess Nokama! *Lhikan takes his part of the Triforce of Wisdom, takes Nera’s necklace, and it becomes the whole Triforce of Wisdom, which changes Nera to Nokama.* Nokama: I’m a princess! Lewa: I’m confused. Uli: I’m pregnant! Lewa: Who are you?! Lhikan: Now we must leave Nokama in this empty basement while we go save the world. Nokama: Will I be safe? Lhikan: … Yes. Nokama: I totally trust you! Lhikan: Now let us go, Lewa. Lewa: Whatever you say, Kingy. Nokama: Bye, my love! Lewa: What? Nokama: Bye… my… Lewa? Lewa: … Bye, my Nokama? Nokama, sighs happily: Take care. *Lhikan teleports back up as Lewa goes up the stairs.* Lewa: Why are you quick-warping? Lhikan: Because I’m rich! Walking is for poor people! Lewa: Okay. Bye again, Nokama. Nokama: Bye again, my love. *Back on the surface world* KORL: Now we have to go through two more temples to awaken the sages and restore power to the Master Sword. Lewa: How hard can that be? *2 temples and some random sidequests later…* Lewa: That was annoying! Now what?! KORL: We must go back to Metru Nui! Lewa: Good. KORL: But first we need the Triforce of Courage! Lewa: Okay, that’ll be easy! *a super long time later…* Lewa: Okay, I got these stupid Triforce charts. Can we find the Triforce of Courage now? KORL: No! Now we must get them deciphered! Lewa: By who? Tingle: Ti-iiiiiiiiinnnnnnngllllle!!! Lewa: Aw, darn it!! *one spent fortune later.* Lewa: Now what? KORL: Go find the pieces of the Triforce! Lewa: Wait, you mean this isn’t like some giant map? KORL: Nope. When the Hero of Time left, he broke the Triforce into eight convenient pieces. Lewa: I hate you, Hero of Time! I hope when you got back to your own time, that you broke the Triforce just by being there and made Antroz get the Triforce of Power as a divine prank! *one month later…* Lewa: I got it all! Now can we go!? KORL: Yes! Lewa: Finally! *Later still in Metru Nui…* Lhikan: Oh, no, Antroz broke in here and kidnapped Nokama after we left her here defenseless and alone in this easily accessible basement! Lewa: What are the odds of that?! *In Nokama’s room…* Antroz: It’s taking a long time for Lewa to get in here. While I’m waiting, how about I see what Nokama’s dreaming about? *Insert some random Toa Nokama X Toa Lewa pairing montage with some stupid romance song of your choosing.* Antroz: No! Take it away, take it away! My mind has been ruined forever! Tuyet: Aw, come on, sweetie pie, it couldn’t have been all that bad. Antroz: Then why don’t YOU take a look?! Lewa: Antroz!! Antroz: I’ve been waiting for you, Hero! You definitely are the Hero of Time reincarnated. I wouldn’t have expected less. Lewa: Enough talk, fight now! Antroz: Fine! *Antroz throws a cloak over himself, and then suddenly these long, sharp claws break forth, and soon there is a giant dragon puppet towering before him.* Puppet Antroz: I got me strings to make me move. Lewa, screams: A PUPPET!! *Lewa takes out his fire arrows and sets the thing on fire, causing it to die a terrible terrible death.* Antroz: You fool! You’ve ruined my dreams of opening a puppet theater when I retire! Well, if that’s how you’re going to play, fine! I’ll just take the obsessed girl with me! Tuyet: Wait for me, sugar! Lewa: You won’t sneak-pass by me that easily, puppet boy! *Later on top of the tower…* Antroz: My kind has been through a lot of pain and suffering over the years. Chancellor Teridax, Sorceror Mutran, so many more have met terrible fates at the hands of Toa! Now I am going to take back what is mine! Lewa: Huh? Antroz: Surprise backhand! *Antroz back-hands Lewa, knocking the sword out of his hand (which plunges into the ground about 2 inches away from the unconscious Nokama), knocking him unconscious, and allowing Antroz to grab his arm.* Antroz: O Powerful Triforce, come to me! *The crests on Antroz, Lewa, and Nokama’s hands glow, and the Triforce itself appears before Antroz.* Antroz: I want you to make me king! *Before Antroz can go touch it, Lhikan touches it first.* Lhikan: He who touches the Triforce gets his wish granted. That is what you said, is it not, Antroz? Tuyet, gasp: Then… that means… Antroz is no match for THE KING. Lhikan: I wish for hope and future for these young ones! And may you, me, and Tuyet drown with Metru Nui… Tuyet: Say what? *Antroz sounds like he’s crying at first, but turns out he’s laughing? Why? Probably because he lost his mind… or what was left of it. Around that time, Nokama and Lewa wake up.* Tuyet: Uh… I’m not the only one who heard that, right? Antroz: Fine! Be that way! Go ahead and waste your wish! I’ll show you what it’s worth! Lewa: Surprise Sword attack! Antroz: What?! *Lewa sneaks up on Antroz and… turns him into the new Pedestal of Time.* Antroz: Not… again… *Antroz falls to his knees, groaning in agony.* Antroz: The ambulance… it is coming… *At that moment, Antroz turns to stone with the sword still lodged in his head.* Tuyet: Now what will I do with my life without someone to adore me?! Lhikan: You have lost, Tuyet. Tuyet: NOOOOO!! Lhikan: I have been bound to this kingdom for centuries, much like Antroz… As my punishment for being a terrible ruler, I will now drown myself with my kingdom. Nokama: No! You can come with us! No one has to know about how terrible of a ruler you are! Lhikan: I must. *Before Lewa and Nokama could protest, they each become a bubble boy and bubble girl and float back up to the surface as the remnants of Metru Nui become flooded. Lewa reaches out to Lhikan, and Lhikan reaches out back, but Lewa is swept away and soon Lhikan and Tuyet fade away.* *Lewa and Nokama (who is Nera again??) awaken out at sea, to find Nera’s pirate crew and ship waiting for them.* Nera: Darn it! I was hoping we’d get marooned on a deserted island together! Lewa: The what? Nera: I mean… hooray, we’re saved. Lewa: Oh, yeah, we are. So what do we do after this? Nera: You could take me out. Lewa: What? Nera: Out… to sea… to find a new land. Lewa: Oh. That’s a good idea. He did say something about wanting us to be the future. Nera: Wherever we go, destiny will decide. Idris: Big Brother! Lewa: Shut up, Idris! No one likes you!
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