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  1. Hi, guys! I know that Bionicle had ended three years ago sadly, but let’s be happy about Bionicle for something else. You see, this year, 2019, is the 15th anniversary of Bionicle’s 2004 storyline, which is a prequel where the Turaga of Mata Nui from 2001 are telling their people and Toa who they truly are and their history with a new place that they are settling in, which is an island city called Metru Nui. The Turaga were once a team of six Toa called the Toa Metru and were Metru Nui’s heroes, which explains why the Toa Nuva and Takanuva were not the first Toa on the island of Mata Nui. In the Turaga’s story, to Toa Metru go to collect six mysterious magical disks called the Great Disks while protecting Metru Nui from a mysterious threat. Anyway, I know that this year doesn't have anything Bionicle-related (well, has anyone seen anything Bionicle in The Lego Movie 2, like The Lego Movie in 2014?), but let’s celebrate the 15th anniversary of the 2004 storyline. That would enlighten you more. Let me tell you the 2004 storyline: The storyline started when the Turaga and their people are moving in to Metru Nui, which is ruined and abandoned, they tell the Toa Nuva that they were not the first Toa, which surprises the Toa, so the Toa have the Turaga explain this. So, the Turaga tell their story. Their story started a thousand years ago, when the Matoran were living in Metru Nui when it wasn’t ruined and use magical disks called Kanoka Disks, which shaped like the Bamboo Disks in 2001. The Disks can be used to make Kanohi masks. Metru Nui is divided into six city districts, and each is where each Matoran type lived. The districts are Ta-Metru, home of the Ta-Matoran, Ga-Metru Ga-Matoran, Le-Metru Le-Matoran, Po-Metru Po-Matoran, Onu-Metru Onu-Matoran, and Ko-Metru Ko-Matoran. The island itself looks like Mata Nui by shape and color. Also, each of the Metru was looked after by one of six types of robotic law enforcers called the Vahki. A Toa of Fire named Lhikan (his name makes me think of Lincoln. Lol.) sensed danger in the city, so he went to get six magical stones called the Toa Stones, the object that Takua used in Tale of the Tohunga in 2001. However, two Hulk-sized villains, Krekka and Nidhiki, who were bounty hunters called Dark Hunters, were after him, but he got away. Krekka is an unintelligent ape-like blue being who is the brawn, lost the right eye, and has a shoulder-mounted launcher that shoots Kanoka Disks. Nidhiki is an insect-like green monster with four insect legs and pincers who is the brains, was once a Toa, and shoots Kanoka Disks from his mouth. Both of them can fly. Lhikan delivered each Toa Stone to a Matoran from one of the Metru, and they are Onewa the Po-Matoran, Whenua the Onu-Matoran, Nuju the Ko-Matoran, Matau the Le-Matoran, Nokama the Ga-Matoran, and finally Vakama the Ta-Matoran. After that, the Dark Hunters kidnapped Lhikan, and Vakama witnessed this and had a vision about something relating to this. Vakama felt bad about Lhikan’s capture. Lhikan also told the Matoran that they have to go to a shrine where they will use the Stones, and when they went inside the place, they met each other. When they put the Stones in a pedestal in the middle of the shrine, the Stones turned them into new Toa. They had no idea how to use their new Toa powers or weapons yet. Vakama had another vision where they must find the Greak Disks, which are mysterious and special Kanoka Disks. The Toa formed a team called the Toa Metru, and Vakama is their leader. They went off to find the Disks, and each of the Toa must find its Metru’s own Disk. They got a group of six Matoran who use guns called Kanoka Launchers, which shoot Kanoka Disks, to assist them. Along the way, they fought against an evil and talking plant-based monster called the Morbuzakh, which was threatening Metru Nui. The Toa defeated the monster. They then went to the middle part of Metru Nui called the Coliseum, where they are greeted by the city’s ruler named Turaga Dume. Dume challenged the Toa with some challenges. The Toa saw the Dark Hunters accompanying him and he had been acting suspicious, so they tried to tell their people about it, but they didn’t listen. Dume tried to capture and imprison the Toa, but Vakama, Nokama, and Matau escaped while the others got kidnapped. The Dark Hunters tried to capture Vakama’s part of his team many times, but they couldn’t succeed. Along the way, Vakama noticed that the Great Disks can be combined into a new disk. The Toa also met a pack of big rhino-like Rahi called the Kikanalo, which are led by a chief. Both parts of the Toa team were learning how to use their Kanohi masks’ powers and their weapons while Vakama kept getting more visions. Nokama, who uses a Kanohi mask that can translate languages, was able to understand the Rahi, so she had them help her part get to the other part. The Toa Metru fought the Vahki along the way. The other part, which consisted of Nuju, Onewa, and Whenua, were assisted by some Turaga stranger who helped them how to use their Kanohi powers. The two parts of the team eventually reunited while encountering various Rahi. Every Toa but Vakama know how to use their Kanohi powers, and Vakama is having some self-doubt about himself as a Toa by title. The Turaga revealed himself to be Lhikan as a Turaga, who sacrificed his Toa power to create the Toa Metru in the first place. The Toa fought that Lhikan wanted them to save the city since he also said that cryptic saying “Save the heart of Metru Nui”, but Lhikan clarified that he meant the city’s people. Plus, they discovered Dume sleeping in a sphere-like container called a Matoran Pod while Lhikan revealed that there is an evil imposter who is pretending to be Dume and is the one who is accompanied and employs the Dark Hunters. Along the way, the fake Dume, who is assisted by a Hulk-sized Rahi bird called a Niwark who transports him and tells him information, had the Matoran get inside the Matoran Pods. Meanwhile, the Toa and Lhikan got themselves a beetle-like vehicle to travel and get to the Coliseum to try to stop the fake Dume from getting the Matoran, but they were too late. The fake Dume revealed himself as Makuta from 2001 and 2003, the very villain who the Toa Nuva fought and the one responsible for the events in the storyline and is the main antagonist of it. He also revealed his plan to use the Pods to wipe out the Matoran’s memories, use a special Kanohi mask called the Vahi, aka the Mask of Time, the very mask that Tahu used in the early 2003 storyline with the Bohrok-Kal, to accelerate the process, and become their leader. He used Metru Nui’s energies to put the Great Spirit Mata Nui into a coma, which is said in the 2001 storyline. Great disaster happened because of this. The Toa and Lhikan got the captive Matoran in their Matoran Pods to get away from Makuta. Makuta used a dark power called a Shadow Hand, which is a physical arm made of his shadow energy that can grab things, to get his Niwark and the Dark Hunters, and he then absorbed them to kill them, so he can have their essence to transform into a more powerful and bigger form, which is Hulk-sized and uses his victims’ body parts. Makuta then tried to stop the heroes, but the heroes survived, but lost some of their Matoran into a sea of Protodermis. Along the way, Vakama combined all six of the Great Disks into a new disk called the Disk of Time, and then used his mask-making skills that he has when he was a Matoran to turn the disk into the Vahi, something that Makuta tried to have Vakama do when Vakama was a Matoran. Vakama went to face Makuta with the Vahi in hand. He tried to use the Vahi against Makuta while Makuta tried use the Shadow Hand to eat Vakama, but Vakama only slowed the attack down while the Hand is still after him. However, Lhikan saved Vakama’s life by using his shield to block the Hand, which grabbed the shield and put some shadow energy into Lhikan, which was deadly. Lhikan was dying, but he gave his Mask of Shielding to Vakama for safekeeping. Vakama then learned how to use his Mask of Concealment. He stopped Makuta from his getting claws on the Vahi by shooting Vahi out of Makuta’s claws and it sunk into the sea. Makuta got angry and then used the Hand to try to get Vakama in revenge, but Vakama kept dodging the attack by tricking Makuta into getting some rock pillars. Vakama then tricked Makuta into getting a bigger pillar to hurt himself by slamming into a wall. While Makuta is greatly weakened, the other Toa Metru reunited with Vakama and then the whole team combined their elemental powers to create a Toa Seal to imprison Makuta, the same thing that the Toa Mata used to imprisoned the Bahrag in the 2002 storyline. After the threat was defeated, the Toa got all of the Matoran and then brought them to the island of Mata Nui. The Toa sacrificed their power to awaken the Matoran from their sleep in the Matoran Pods, and this caused the Toa to turn into the Turaga of Mata Nui. The Matoran got shrunk and weaker a little when they were in the Pods. When one of the Matoran named Jaller’s mask broke, Vakama used Lhikan’s mask to give Jaller back his strength. That’s where the Turaga started their new life on Mata Nui, as they turned the Pods into their villages and ruled over the Matoran way before the 2001 storyline happened. However, there is something in between Makuta’s defeat and the new settlement in the island of Mata Nui, and that’s where the 2005 storyline happened. To celebrate, let me ask you this: What are your fond memories about the storyline and/or what do you like about it? For me, I like the canister sets. They look cool, and I love their vast range of new pieces. I like the Toa Metru’s new heads, where you don’t have to lose their masks easily. Plus, I like that they have bendable limbs, both arms and legs, but how the torso is designed is weird because it’s V-shaped in the chest, but you could make the Toa look like that they are running. Lol. Anyway, I like their new weapons and how you can store them and do multiple functions with them. The Disk launchers in general are neat because that they keep the discs tighter than the 2001 Matoran’s hands can. The Toa’s masks are neat. However, the Toa Metru don’t have unique secondary colors, like the Toa Mata/Toa Nuva, as they have gray parts. As for the Vahki, they look cool. It’s neat that you can turn them into four-legged insects. Plus, you can shoot Kanoka Disks from their mouths. As for the small sets, which are the Toa Metru’s Matoran helpers, well, they look cool. Again, nice new pieces, including the limbs and the triangle-shaped torsos, but the colors are the same problem sort of. It’s neat that their masks look like they are switched from 2001 in a sense for variety on the new Matoran and that they have silver parts blended on the masks. Plus, it’s cool that there are both Great and Noble versions of the Turaga’s masks from 2001. Also, these Matoran are from Mata Nui Online Game 2 in 2003. As for the Titan sets, they look neat. I like Krekka’s launcher and how it can retract. I am not fond of his arms, though. I wonder what would he look like with he had kept his lost eye. Nidhiki looks cool. I like his claws, insect legs, his shooting mouth, and how he can change from centaur shape to crab shape. His limbs look kind of lanky, though. For the Turaga Dume and Niwark pack, that is a neat set. Dume looks cool, but looks more of a Matoran than a Turaga. Lol. I like Niwark’s clawed feet and the function on his torso to carry Dume around. His wings look weird, though. There is the Lhikan & Kikanalo set. That’s neat, too. I like Lhikan’s mask, big swords, and gold armor. It’s cool that he can combine his swords into a shield. I like the Rahi. He looks cool. I like his claws and horn and the use of the Chronicler’s Staff head pieces on the head, but some of his joints are kind of stiff. Sad thing is that Lhikan and the Rahi never worked together in the story. As for the combo Titan set, Ultimate Dume, which is Makuta’s winged Titan form and is a combination of Krekka, Nidhiki, and Dume & Niwark, that looks awesome! I like the wings, teeth, and claws, and he’s very tall! I like that he has a version of Makuta’s Mask of Shadows, which is design to fit over his big head. I also like that it looks kind of like the 2003 version. He looks kind of lanky, though. There’s a pack that gives you some Kanoka Disks. That’s neat, as you would want to collect these disks because there are many different kinds of them. The plant monster is not officially a Lego set, but in a Lego magazine from Europe, there is a sponge toy based on it. That’s weird, but alright. Next, the combo models. Well, they are cool and alright. The centaur-like combo model, which is made of Vakama, Onewa, and Matau, looks neat. I like the tail and blades. The other model with the other three Toa Metru, which looks like a penguin, looks alright, and I like the claws. There’s also the six-Toa-Metru model, which looks awesome! Ain’t she a beauty? I like how she has the colors and tools of the whole Toa team! The combo models for the Matoran look alright and cool, too. I like that you can shoot Kanoka Disks from one of them. They both look cute as well. The Vahki combo models look awesome! The Lorahk model, which is made of Nidhiki and Dume & Niwark, looks cool, but kind of lanky. I wish that Lego could have provided instructions on the Toa Metru’s Toa Kaita (never happened in the story, but would be nice in many ways), the Matoran’s Matoran Nui (featured in the story only), and Krekka could combine with Nidhiki and Dume & Niwark individually, if you know what I mean. It would also be nice to see what Nidhiki looks like as a Toa, and released that form as a set. I also wish that there are five other Toa Disks rather than the Fire one in Vakama’s set. Overall, for the sets, they look cool and neat. I like the Disk launchers. However, the gray color is overused. For the story and media, well, I think it’s very great. The story is told through books primarily, comics, and a direct-to-video movie called Bionicle 2: Legends of Metru Nui. Plus, there is an online game where you play as Vakama to fight against the plant monster by shooting its vines with Vakama’s disk launcher. There was originally a video game that is a sequel to Bionicle: The Game in 2003, but that got cancelled for some reason, probably because the first game didn’t go so well. There’s also a handheld game called Bionicle: Maze of Shadows, but it’s in 2005. I like the Toa Metru because they are cool people, and I understand that they are rookies when they are learning how to be Toa. Matau is a funny guy. I feel bad about Vakama’s self doubts about himself being a Toa and he had been seeing nightmarish visions. We get to learn a lot about how the Turaga of Mata Nui learn about the experiences in 2001-2003. Lhikan is a good character. I see that he was trying to be a good teacher for the Toa Metru. I like the villains. They’re cool. Nidhiki and Krekka make a good comical duo. I feel about about them getting eaten by Makuta. Poor guys. Makuta was always sinister and good at planning, and it’s sad to see that he put Mata Nui to sleep. That’s horrifying. It’s cool that he can use the Shadow Hand to grab and eat beings and stuff, which is scary to look at. It’s scary that Nidhiki called Lhikan his “brother”, which made me question who he was until that I learned that he was once a Toa. It’s sad to think about it. Krekka is a funny guy who is dumb. It’s interesting that the Kikanalo are ran by a chief, and that they helped the Toa Metru on their journey. It’s also interesting that the Matoran shrunk from their Metru Nui forms to Mata Nui forms. The 2004 Matoran are alright. One of The is the notorious Ahkomu, the very bad guy who made his people sick in Mata Nui Online Game in 2001. He should have learned better. The Vahki are cool. Overall, it’s a good prequel, it has very good character development, and it’s cool to learn about the Turaga’s origins and how masks are made. It’s one of my favorite storylines. So, guys, what are your fond memories of the storyline, what do you like about it, what’s your favorite 2004 set, favorite character(s) in 2004, favorite moment in the storyline, what things remind you of the 2004 storyline, and/or how would you celebrate it? For me, well, my favorite sets are Vakama, Matau, Whenua, Nidhiki, Krekka, Ultimate Dume, and the red, blue and black Vahki, and my favorite characters are Matau, Whenua, Makuta, Nidhiki, and Krekka. The things that remind me are: 1. X-Men: First Class in 2011 - kind of similar. 2. Hero Factory - How Preston Stormer looked at Thresher as his teacher is like how Vakama looked at Lhikan. Plus, the Queen Beast reminds me of Nidhiki. 3. Bionicle 2015-2016 - Skull Slicer’s game reminds me of the Coliseum. Plus, Master Tahu’s swords are like Lhikan’s, but more connected, I would say. 4. Ninjago - How the early Elemental Masters experiences their encounters with various threats.
  2. Summary: Makuta has taken over. As the Vahki enter production and the Matoran of Metru Nui try to adapt to their new lives, Tamaru and his companions seek to find new ways to resist the brutal dictatorship. But with the Toa being unheard from in weeks, does Tamaru really stand a chance at making a difference - or is The Resistance a quick way for the Matoran to find themselves on the wrong end of a Vahki stun staff? A companion piece to Fight for Freedom. Background Macku/Hewkii. Notes: Wisps of Memory is set after Chapter 3 and up to Chapter 6 of Fight for Freedom. You can read them in any order and a small handful of scenes are shown from different points of view. You can read Wisps of Memory without having read Fight for Freedom. This short story deals with trauma, centered around police brutality. The police in this story are all fantasy robots that don't have feelings. Nonetheless, if you find these topics triggering, you may want to wait until you're someplace that makes you feel safe to read. Concrit appreciated, especially for SPAG and continuity errors. Prologue 1,000 Years Ago... Tamaru finally pulled himself away from his store for the afternoon, and headed down through the streets. An enormous telescreen plastered to a building displayed live footage of Turaga Dume. "You are required to gather at the Coliseum. Rejoice! For today will be a momentous…" Tamaru snorted. The entire city had gone on hold for the Akilini tournament yesterday, and now Dume was asking for it to go on hold today as well. Meanwhile, enormous vines ate away at the city, as Toa disappeared one by one. Tamaru had no proof, but he was certain that Dume was behind this. Why else would the Toa Mangai be disappearing on 'simple' missions, instead of banding together and fighting the dark plantlife that slowly consumed the city? He ducked into a side alley, stopping at the doorway of a building. Its shutters were closed, its windows locked up. Over the closed entryway sat a dusty sign with paint that had faded away. If he squinted through the dust, Tamaru could make out the words on the sign. Kemirii's Airship Tours. Kemirii had packed up and left long ago. Airspeeders became commonplace decades ago, and no Matoran wanted to pay money for a view of the city they could see any day of the week. Tamaru rapped on the shutter once, then paused. He rapped five times, then another five. Moments later, the shutter rose. Tamaru stepped inside. "Hello stranger," said a Ko-Matoran at the shutter controls. "Nice of you to decide to finally show up." Tamaru followed the Matoran through the dusty old room toward a workshop in the back. "Ever-sorry, Pakastaa," he panted. "Customer at shop had to test-drive every airspeeder before he could sure-decide the right one." "How much did you get?" "Nothing. Couldn't pick one he wanted and quick-sprinted off to Coliseum." Pakastaa rolled his eyes as he opened the door to the workshop. "Anyway, did you see the Toa in the Coliseum yesterday?" The final member of their group, Sewitta, was already hard at work inside. "Ah yes, the great Toa," Sewitta cut in. "Ruined a fantastic Akilini match with their shenanigans. How long do you think they'll last?" "Three clumsy Toa captured by Dume," mused Tamaru. "By nightfall, three more Toa will quiet-vanish. And none left to protect us." "Not your usual optimistic self today?" said Sewitta, mounting a bracket on a machine. "You didn't think that Toa of Air looked pretty swift? I think he might get out alright. His chutespeak isn't as bad as yours, either! You could try taking speaking lessons from him." "Oh, drop it if you're going to be like that," scolded Pakastaa. "I shouldn't have brought it up, I knew you'd start poking fun at that Toa." He walked over to where the three machines Sewitta worked on lay. "We're nearing completion on these. Tamaru, when can you get us those power cells? "Already have two at shop. For third, hope to find a seller tomorrow." "Can you bring the two you have tomorrow?" Tamaru thought for a moment. "If given a hand to carry one, yes. May need third help-friend if a cell I buy." "Don't worry, I'll give you a ride." Tamaru looked up at the mechs that would finally give the Matoran the power to fight back against the threats that plagued this city. These bipedal beasts were tough, rigid, and heavily armored. Most importantly, they featured a shielded canopy that would protect a Matoran from any mental attacks - like, for example, the beam from a Vahki's staff weapon. "We must quick-finish new machines to fight Vahki-enforcers and dark tree-vine. No Toa to save us from power-hungry Turaga, only we will protect city we love." "Hey, I don't have any deep, passionate love for this city like you do," answered Sewitta. "I'm just not going to let Dume order me around like a tame Ussal Crab." "Oh, so you don't deep-love Onu-Matoran always visiting your home?" Tamaru teased. "What his name was again? Medak?" "Midak, and no, I don't love him," Sewitta snapped. "As far as I'm concerned - love is a cannon." He gently stroked the enormous arm-mounted blaster. Pakastaa sat down and began carving one of the last footrests. "Just be careful where you point that blaster." A rhythmic pounding came from the shutters. "Ugh, who would be knocking at this hour?" asked Pakastaa, who was still working on the mechs. "They don't even know the password. Tamaru, go see who it is." Tamaru sighed, heading into the front room and closing the door behind him. Whoever was coming didn't need to know about the mechs they were working on. The pounding grew more persistent. Before he could close the door to their workshop, a foot kicked through the metal shutter. Two staffs ripped into the metal door, tearing it apart. "Vahki!" Tamaru shouted at the top of his voice. "Scatter!" Tamaru ran for the staircase leading to the higher levels of the tower, getting a glimpse of Pakastaa madly looking for a hiding place. His feet pounded up the stairs. The Vahki in Le-Metru carried staff weapons that could mess with a Matoran's mind, causing them to temporarily lose their higher mental functions for an easy arrest. How had they found them? The only Matoran who knew about the mechs were right here in the building. Cries of terror rose from the lower floors. Suddenly, everything went quiet - save for the bounding thuds of Vahki footsteps coming up the staircase. Had Pakastaa and Sewitta been captured? He smashed open the door to the balcony, dashing through. The constant, cold wind the seemed to permeate constantly this high off the ground sent a chill through Tamaru. Pakastaa kept an airspeeder parked out here, just in case they ever needed to make a quick getaway. Tamaru clambered into the cockpit, looking nervously at the controls. He had to start the ignition, fire the thrusters, and fly away. Easy - he had tested vehicles he was repairing hundreds of times. He just hadn't ever done it so high off the ground before. Three Vahki rushed through the door. Tamaru flicked the ignition, moving his shaking fingers over to the throttle. The Vahki were getting closer, aiming their staffs. In moments, it would be too late. It would take him seconds, a loss of stability as he shot through the air, and then he could return to solid ground. A glance over the edge sent shivers down his spine as he saw how high they were. The building was an unusually short four-stories high, but to Tamaru, it felt like a hundred. It was ridiculous, but at this moment the thought of flying was more frightening than the idea of giving himself over to the Vahki. Besides, they had captured his friends already, and Sewitta would give up his name before long. What was he going to do, find a new mask, a new home, and a new job? Tamaru splayed his arms out over the dash, defeated. Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out the Vahki firing their staffs at him. A moment later, he didn't remember anything at all. *** When Tamaru came to, he was being herded into the Coliseum, surrounded by hundreds of other Matoran. He struggled against his memory, trying to remember how he had gotten here. He looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. Where were Pakastaa and Sewitta? Dume's voice sounded through speakers throughout the chamber. "It is important that you cooperate with the Vahki Enforcers. They will protect you, and guide you in this joyous time." Matoran of all colors looked around nervously, but cooperated nonetheless. At the end of the chamber, the Vahki were pushing Matoran into spheres roughly as tall them. Each orb was a metallic grey, with a small opening at the top. It was impossible to tell what was happening inside those orbs, as once they were sealed, no sound came out. With these numbers, the Vahki couldn't possibly capture them all if they ran. But no-one looked to make a move against them. If only the mechs were finished, then they would - what, exactly? What did they hope to achieve with three combat suits against hordes of Vahki? "For your safety, heed the commands of the Vahki enforcers. They are here to protect and serve you." He soon approached the front of the line. Spheres with Matoran were being loaded up into Vahki patrol vehicles. Where could the Vahki be taking them? The spheres must be for their safety while they were being transported. But why bother loading them into spheres at all? It was Tamaru's turn to enter one of the strange devices. When he hesitated, a Vahki pushed him into the sphere, closing the entrance behind him. Where would he find himself when he was taken out of this casing? Surely this wouldn't be a permanent arrangement. Dume must need the Matoran somewhere else. But why would he not simply tell the Matoran where they were going? At least the mechs were safe. In a few days, they'd be able to complete them - they would become the protectors of the Matoran. 'Surrender or run' would no longer be the phrase Matoran used when discussing the Vahki. They would soon learn to fight, to overthrow Dume before his mad power grab went any further. Tamaru felt his cocoon rock as something picked it up. But he didn't feel any pain as something struck the casing of the sphere. Soon, the fears and worries he had washed away, leaving a sense of safety, and a feeling of sleepiness. Yes, everything would be alright. The little Matoran closed his eyes, gently drifting away into a deep slumber. When he finally awoke on the sandy shores of an island he had never seen before, all memory of his friends, his home, and the ruthless Vahki had vanished.
  3. So i've been making Metru Nui in minecraft. It's not much so far, messing with designs and stuff for the chutes and whatnot in another world and messing with the biomes more than anything, but it's there. The main trouble i'm having right now is the size. See that grid it's on? Each of those is a 2048x2048 meter map. The entirety of the place is 28 of those. It's huge. I'm a bit in over my head. If anybody wants to help work on it, I would appreciate it because on friendly estimation it would take 12 years for me, using my free time, to complete this.
  4. I was recently looking at my Toa Metru Canisters, and I remembered that some Toa Metru canister lids had glitter and some did not have glitter. Does anyone know why this is?
  5. This definition is reported in the BIONICLE: Metru Nui - City of Legends guide. The fact that chutes are made of liquid protodermis is reported in numerous other sources, including the Legends of Metru Nui movie. Furthermore, on numerous occasions, characters are described as swimming within the chutes. However, this raises a fundamental question: how did the passengers of a chute breathe? BIONICLE: Encyclopedia Updated offers the easiest answer: The discussion could end here; except that this doesn't make any sense. To begin with, chutes were the main means of transport in Metru Nui. Now, it's true that Matoran may be able to hold their breath longer than humans (this has never been explicitly stated, though some scenes in the storyline seem to suggest it) and that chutes are very fast; nevertheless, as multiple scenes show (again, see for example Legends of Metru Nui) chute passengers spend a significant time inside the chutes and it seems odd that they would manage to hold their breath the entire time (the storyline sources also never speak about them not being able to breathe). It is also strange that the main means of transport in the city of Metru Nui would be one where passengers are at constant risk of drowning. In addition, two scenes, respectively in Mystery of Metru Nui (when Matau is trying to get out of a tampered chute by creating a cushion of air to slow him down) and Trial by Fire (where Matau is recovering the Le-Metru Great Disk and must create a cyclone to escape a force sphere), seem to state that there is air within the chutes. Now, while there might be bubbles within the chutes, it hardly seems possible for Matau to accomplish these two feats with just that air available. So where does the extra air come from? My only idea is that somehow there is air dissolved within the liquid protodermis of the chutes and that it is released when a passenger breathes in or when a Toa of Air calls upon it. How this would work, however, is anyone's guess. I welcome thoughts on the whole matter.
  6. So, sometime around the same time that Teridax infected the GSR with that sleep-causing virus, he took on the appearance of Turaga Dume in Metru Nui, presumably after subduing somehow and stuffing the real guy into a Matoran sphere. Now, according to BS01, Teridax went ahead and took over the person of "Dume" about a year and a half prior to the climax of Legends of Metru Nui. The question is... how did he avoid arousing suspicion right off the bat? If Teridax was the "Makuta of Metru Nui", presumably one of the folks who could directly influence trade, communication, and regulations concerning Metru Nui and work with the inhabitants of other islands to keep the place safe, how could he possibly have disappeared for over a year without creating mass panic? Sure, the Matoran probably didn't see much of an effect, as it's possible that they didn't even knew who Teridax was; however, the folks in charge of Xia, Zakaz, Stelt, and the Southern Continent would have surely made an effort to communicate with him on issues concerning immigration and commerce. As far as always figured, Teridax was the de facto leader of Metru Nui after the Matoran Civil War, with the Turaga serving a strictly ceremonial role for social events and rituals like Akilini games. (IIRC that's pretty much what the Turaga did on Mata Nui as well.) At the very least, he would have been watched by the Order, which was definitely keeping tabs on him and his efforts at militarizing the Brotherhood. Wouldn't folks have been trying to reach him constantly, especially as rumors spread of the Morbuzahkh and certain Dark Hunters? If anyone can clear this one up, then that would be phenomenal. Discuss. -Azani
  7. Hello everyone! Today I would like to present you my little project, M.N.C.S. (Metru Nui Chutes System). Each of us has heard about the chutes of the City of Legends. And I've always imagined how looks the real map of this fantastic "subway". Where are some lines and how to come, for example, from the school of Ga-Metru to your friend, if he works in the Great Archives in Onu-Metru? A small atmospheric picture. And now... This is a map of chutes. It looks like another subway maps. And I think, that the official picture can't present us the fullest scale of the legendary tubes. But now it is possible to travel the route in your imagination throught the City of Legends. It was made in Visio Pro and Photoshop. The bigger version. And there are a posters that can be hanging in Chutes Stations of MNCS. The first one. And the second one. The first one: Ga-Metru, Po-Metru and Onu-Metru. And the second one: Le-Metru, Ta-Metru and Ko-Metru. That's all. And I'm so sorry for my English, because I'm from Russia( Enjoy!
  8. Hey guys! I really need your help! I couldn't find this information through bS01, bzpower, and elsewhere. A friend and I have been happily talking and discussing the Bionicle storyline (G1). It's been fun in a nostalgia sense as well as preparing for my upcoming project 'BIONICLE: Catalyst'. Uh oh, though! Found a issue! I think. Can you guys, please explain to me why the Toa Metru moved the matoran to Mata Nui? What was the specific reason they had or wanted to move? Why didn't they just awake the Matoran in Metru Nui after stopping the Makuta or Visorak? We are very confused here and would loved if this was cleared up! Thanks!
  9. being honest, I never liked titans 2004, but found that the design of the movie pretty well personified sets that year. such nostalgia, was the inpiracion for this version of Krekka that closely adheres to the concept of the movie. based armed with bionicle parts, but for better aesthetics decided to use parts system,the figure also has a system to display the disk launcher. well ... respect to color scheme, I had considered using dark blue instead of dark green, but that would eliminate the chance of using masks Hordika Vakama.
  10. Well, it's that time of year, the holiday season, and what better way to celebrate than with a Holiday Special from Lewa# Studios? This time around, since my normal font color is green, I think I'll be using red this time! Here we go! The Night before Naming Day Part of the Lewa# Studios Holiday Series! 'Twas the night before Naming Day And all through the Metru Not a Rahi was stirring Not even a...umm...what rhymes with 'Metru?' *The door to Matau's house opens and Matau himself emerges* Matau: Umm...why did I hear a loud voice reciting a weird poem just now? You interrupted my dream, what gives? I'm the poet-narrator-person-guy! Matau: Well, we don't need you. Ask Matau! is over for today. No, not that narrator! I'm the narrator for this holiday special. I'm reciting a poem about Naming Day. Matau: What, and this poem was good enough to interrupt me from my amazing dream where I was riding an awesome super-fast vehicle through the streets of Metru Nui, running over Onewa, Vakama, and Nuju repeatedly, with five hundred brand-new awesome smartphones, while Nokama sat right behind me and kissed me nonstop? You are so predictable. And you know what else is predictable? Matau: What-- Nokama: *SLAP!* Yeah. That. Nokama: Sorry about him. He gets a little weird when it's this late at night. Actually, come to think of it, he's a little weird ALL the time... Matau: I heard that. Whatever, will any of you help me? I can't think of a word that rhymes with "Metru!" Nokama: Let's see: Aetru, Betru, Cetru, Detru, Eetru, Fetru, Getru, Hetru, Ietru, Jetru, Ketru, Letru, Netru, Oetru, Petru, Quetru, Retru, Setru, Tetru, Uetru, Vetru, Wetru, Xetru, Yetru, Zetru. Do any of those help? Why are BIONICLE words so hard to rhyme? Oh well, I guess I'll just have to improvise. Thanks, though. You can go back to sleep now. Matau: Great! I hope Toa Santa brings me everything I wanted for Naming Day tomorrow! *Matau and Nokama go back inside* Ahem. 'Twas the night before Naming Day, And all through the Metru, Not a Rahi was stirring, Not even a Uetru. The foot-pieces were hung By the chimney with care-- *A window on the top floor of The Nuva Inn slides open and Lewa sticks his head out* Lewa: Hey, poet-narrator-person-guy! There aren't any chimneys in BIONICLE! Your poem doesn't make sense! Sheesh, everyone's a critic! Look, the original poem had chimneys in it, and I couldn't think of any BIONICLE equivalent for chimney. So it just stuck. Lewa: Well, it makes no sense. Like that's at all unusual? This is a Lewa0111 comedy, you know. Lewa: Good point. Still, you should at least try to make your poem more BIONICLEy. "Bionicley?" Now you're the one not making sense. Lewa: Oh, please. Anyone could do better at poem-writing than you! Fine, I'd like to see you try it. Lewa: Gladly! Ahem: "The foot-pieces were hung by the Zaktan with care, in hopes that trash cans soon wouldn't be there." That makes even less sense than mine did. It had absolutely nothing to do with Naming Day! Oh, and you may want to look behind you. Lewa: *turns around* Oh, hi, Zaktan, what do you-- *Zaktan dumps a gigantic trash can on Lewa's head* Lewa: MMPH! Finally, no more annoying Toa of Air criticizing my poetry. Zaktan, what's a good BIONICLE equivalent of chimneys? Zaktan: Try chutes or something, I don't care. I have to go find more trash cans. Okay, finally, here we go again: The foot-pieces were hung By the chute-stops with care, In hopes that Toa Santa Soon would be there. The Matoran were nestled Uncomfortably on their stones, And egotistical Air-Toa Dreamed of smartphones. Matau: EXCUSE ME? I thought I told you to go back to bed already! Matau: Yes, I know, but you can't just take my dreams and use them in your poem! That's plagiarism! Yeah, right. As if you have your dreams copyrighted or something? Matau: As a matter of fact, yes, I do. And also, that wasn't very smart. What wasn't? Oh no... Keetongu: DIE, POET-NARRATOR-PERSON-GUY! I HAVE COPYRIGHTS COPYRIGHTED! AAAAHHHHH!! Matau: Huh, looks like he's gone. I never knew Keetongu was capable of chasing Great Narrator Beings like him, but I guess so. But now what? Now the poem's over! *Keelerak comes out of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes* Keelerak: I heard noises, and when I looked outside, I saw a Great Narrator Being getting chased by Keetongu. Matau: We're in another Lewa0111 comedy. Standard issue. Keelerak: While we're on the topic of Lewa0111 weirdness, how exactly am I rubbing my eyes, anyway? Matau: ... Suukorak: ... Suukorak's Subtitles: {Hey! My line!} Matau: I really don't care. At this point, I just want this poem to be over so it can be Naming Day already! The suspense is driving me crazy! Keelerak: Well, then, why don't you just finish the poem yourself? Matau: Nah, that's a stupid idea. *Nokama walks in* Nokama: The poem stopped. I know I'm going to regret asking this, but: Matau, do you mind finishing the poem so that it can be Naming Day? Matau: That's the best idea ever, Nokama! *Keelerak sighs* Matau: Okay, so, where were we? Let's just start from the beginning: 'Twas the night before Naming Day And all through the Metru Not a Rahi was stirring, Not even a Uetru. The foot-pieces were hung By the chute-stops with care, In hopes that Toa Santa Soon would be there. The Matoran were nestled Uncomfortably on their stones, While completely awesome Air-Toa Dreamed of smartphones. And Nokama in her Rau And I in my Mahiki, Had just settled down And didn't see Rafiki. Keelerak: Umm...explain why exactly you expected to see Rafiki in the first place? He doesn't even exist anywhere near Metru Nui! Not even the same universe! Matau: It rhymes with Mahiki, all right? I don't see you coming up with any better ideas... Roporak: How about Cheese-Fiki? Everyone Else: Roporak: Fine, I'm going back to bed. I was having a great dream about cheese. *As Roporak leaves, a knock is heard on the door, and Takanuva, Kopaka, Tava, and Onua walk in* Matau: Hi, guys. What's up? Onua: Some moron was keeping us awake by belting out a really, really bad poem. So we thought we'd try to do better, and we figured you might be able to help us. Matau: Umm, I didn't hear any poems, but okay, sure. I actually started working on the first part of "The Night Before Naming Day" all by myself! So let's just start from the later verse. Takanuva: No. KLopa= hahahahaha Matau: What the--? Kraata of Letter Control: Ha, ha! *slithers away* Onua: That kraata is really getting on my nerves. How about we start now? Matau: Sure, I'll just continue and you guys can help me! How about this: When out on the island there arose such a clatter, I ran to the door to see what was the matter. I sprinted downstairs as quick as Pohatu, Threw open the door and looked out the...Umm...umm..."lobatu?" Onua: That was horrible. What kind of word is "lobatu," anyway? Matau: We've already figured out that BIONICLE words aren't the easiest things to rhyme... Tava: Pie! It rhymes with everything! Onua: Will you shut up about pie already? It does NOT rhyme with everything! Matau: That's true! Everything ends with I-N-G, while Pie ends with I-E! Onua: :facepalm: Tava: Well, how about I continue the poem then? The toppings on the crust of the new-fallen pie Gave the great taste of pie to the pie down below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature pie, with eight tiny pies here! Nokama: Oh, great. This is turning into the Valentine's Day special all over again, isn't it? Matau: *shrugs* On the plus side, at least we only have to worry about TNI and Ask Matau! characters due to the forum reset. So no annoying Brutaka this time. Nokama: Good point. Okay, Onua, I think it would be best for all of us if you continued. Onua: Very well. Here I go! With a driver of the pie, drinking bottles of Fanta, I knew in a moment it was Toa Santa. As if wearing Kakamas the eight pies they came, And the Toa called each one of them with a name: Tava: Okay, my turn! *Everyone groans* Tava: On, Blueberry, on chocolate, On Cookies 'n Creme and on Lemon! On pumpkin, on fishlighstonestatue, On fire, on Pi! Nokama: Remind me again how exactly the Rahi pulling Toa Santa's Ussanui got turned into pies pulling another pie? That somehow needs a driver? Onua: It's Tava. I think that speaks for itself. Nokama: Good point. Takanuva, do you want to continue? Takanuva: No. Kopaka: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!! Nokama: Fine, then I suppose I'll go... To the top of the Coliseum! Straight up to its wall! Now dash away, dash away, Dash away all! Matau: Great job, hottie! Nokama: *SLAP!* Matau: Should have seen that coming... Onua: My turn again, I suppose! Like Fikou spiders caught in a hurricane from Lewa, When they ran into stuff, they flew off like Kewa. But before they went off, they came to Matau's house, With a pie full of gifts, and Toa Santa, with a bounce. Tava: My turn again! Nokama: I can't believe I'm doing this, but...better you, Matau, than him. It's your turn. Matau: Awesome! Here I go! And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the side The pieing and pieing of each little pie. While I walked back inside, and then turned around, Out the chute-stop came Toa Santa with a bound. Matau: Sheesh, the Rahi being pies really makes this poem hard to write, now, doesn't it? Tava: What are you talking about? It makes it so much more easy to write! Matau: Sure, for you maybe... Tava: My turn again! His armor was pie from his mask to his foot, And his body was drenched with protodermis from the chute. A huge bunch of pies he had put on his back, To give to the island from his Pie-Toa Pack. Onua: *sigh* You really do have a one-track mind, huh? How about we let Kopaka take a turn? Takanuva: No. Kopaka: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! Onua: ...Or not...I guess I'll go. His eyes, how they lit up! His mask, how festive! His armor was colorful and he looked rather pensive! Toa Santa was laughing, since before was a lie, Not one speck of his armor was really a pie. Tava: Nokama: Very well-done retcon, Onua. Matau: Yeah, finally we're done with this pie-obsessed ridiculousness! Now time for some Matau-obsessed non-ridiculousness! Nokama: Figures. Matau: My turn again! He was eating hot soup and it sent up some steam, Which drifted about, seeming just like a dream. He spoke to me, saying "Matau, all this is for you! These vehicles, smartphones, and Nokama too!" Nokama: *SLAP!* *Matau ducks* Duck: Quack! Everyone: Matau: This is my poem, I can write it however I want to! Nokama: You are so predictable. Matau: Thanks! ...I think? Nokama: *sighs* I'll just make it my turn, then. Toa Santa was plump, rather large for a Toa, Though he looked like a Nuva much more than an Olda. A wink of his eye and a bob of his head, Soon let Matau know he was joking instead. Bob the Pirate : Did you just use my name without permission? How dare you! *All of the Toa in the room slam the door on Bob the Pirate's face* Onua: Somehow I'm just not surprised anymore. My turn! He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Filling all of the foot-pieces, then turned with a [CENSORED BY BZP WORD FILTER]. All the Visorak's foot-pieces, Matau Nokama and Whenua's too, Had finally been filled, so Toa Santa left too. Takanuva: Onua, you can't rhyme the same word with itself! That's cheating! Onua: Who says? The narrator? Takanuva: No. *awkward pause* Takanuva: Umm...Kopaka? Kopaka: Delayed AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!! Takanuva: You're ridiculous. Kopaka: Why, thank you! Takanuva: No, I meant--oh, never mind. Let's just finish up already. Matau: How about we ALL finish the poem together? Nokama: That's a horrible idea...something tells me this won't go well. *shrugs* We'll see... Matau: All right! I'll start! Toa Santa returned to his Ussanui PIE! with a leap INTO A PIE! And away they flew off to the Coliseum of mine. You don't own the Coliseum, Matau! I wish I did! You're ridiculous. But we heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight, OF THE PIE! "Happy Naming Day to all, and to All a Good--" --Pie! THE END ~Lewa# Studios Lewa0111 Nuva
  11. Excuse my poorly alliterative title. :^P Anyway, here's the question - I don't recall reading anything anywhere about the rahaga and Keetongu doing anything about the mutant Rahi that would've remained after the Visorak occupation of Metru Nui - and that is a problem. It means that: 1. Mutant Rahi should've appeared on Mata Nui. A few would've moved out of Metru Nui, which probably ran out of resources to sustain them after the Visorak and Toa Hordika (but mostly the Visorak) trashed the place, to the more fertile and resource-rich Mata Nui for snacks. 2. The increased power levels and aggression of the mutated Rahi would've made them akin to invasive species in real world ecosystems - they'd wipe out the normal, unmutated Rahi that escaped the Visorak by getting onto Mata Nui, causing the whole Rahi population of Mata Nui to be devoid of non-mutants. 3. Mutant Rahi would've been a threat when the Matoran returned to Metru Nui post-Mask-of-Light. So, yeah. I'd appreciate input on this.
  12. I was wondering if anyone could give me the name or a link of the music that plays here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZo0RT7s9VU Really like it, but I need more than a little blurb. Thanks in advance!
  13. Interchange: Prologue ~~~ What if the Toa you know best were not destined to be? This epic tells the story of a different universe, one where those we know as Matoran took their place. ~~~ The forges and furnaces of Ta-Metru were a dangerous place. Matoran from other Metru imagined the risk might be falling into molten protodermis, but Ta-Matoran worried more about toxic gases and residue, operation errors in automated machinery, Rahi infestations, proto conduit leakage, and lately, their little... weed problem. No one Matoran had to shoulder the duty of managing all these dangers alone, but there was one Matoran who liked to think he did. His name was Jaller, and he sat with heroic dignity in the watchtower by Furnace 03, eyes sweeping the video screens, ears keen for the first shout of alarm from the communicator. But today, the first omen of disaster was not a cry for help, but the heavy clang of armored feet landing on the watchtower behind Jaller. He spun his chair around to see none other than the Toa of Metru Nui himself, his Great Mask of Flight still glowing. "Toa Jovan!" Jaller sprang up to a salute so quickly he almost knocked off his own mask. "No need for ceremony, Overseer." Those who knew Jovan better might have recognized that his smile was forced. "I only came to ask if you knew where Balta might be." Jaller's eyes narrowed, then bulged. "Balta?! The... junk tinkerer?" Many Ta-Matoran tolerated his unusual habit of crafting ornaments and useful devices from scrap metal. Jaller did not. Balta's forages in the scrapyard were flagrant violations of security protocol. Jaller wished the Vahki would arrest him and be done with it, but by some bureaucratic loophole it counted as work. Jovan nodded sharply. "Give me a moment." Turning to his screens, Jaller checked the gate records for the scrapyard under his jurisdiction. They noted a Matoran without security clearance entering an hour ago, with no mention of his departure. There was no other Matoran it could be. "Right down there, Toa." Jaller pointed in the direction of the yard. Jovan leapt from the watchtower and soared out of sight. ~~~ A pair of yellow eyes flickered open. They glanced over a massive insectoid body, equipped with six limbs, a spiked abdomen and a pair of mighty mandibles, all clad in orange carapace and, at the moment, enough soot and metal scrap to crush a Matoran. Well, Krona mused, at least she was still in one piece. With a mighty shout, she flipped herself right-side up, scattering protodermis waste across the derelict forge. Then she heard coughing from the mound of debris. With a huge forelimb, she scraped it aside to reveal a two-legged being much smaller than she, and deceptively frail in appearance. The small being coughed once more, then glared up at her. "I see you have a hidden talent: botching a perfectly laid ambush." "Excuse me? I didn't see you landing any attacks." "Well, that's not easy when my knives are all magnetized to my hands! You told me you knew what tactics he would use!" "Evidently he's been improvising." Krona spat a ball of searing plasma at the floor. It made a red-hot streak among the black soot. "In case you've forgotten, I can't read minds... anymore." "Oh, quit whining." The small being was now digging through the rubble for a set of throwing knives. "I'd like to see you go from being the slave of a gang of Skakdi females--" "--To being their leader in just six days, yeah, we've all heard the story. Pity you let them all die before you enlisted, though, so they can't confirm it." Suddenly a knife was at the side of Krona's head, where her armor was weakest. "What are you implying, you plague-ridden Hoto bug? Maybe YOU have some secrets you'd like to spill, huh? Like how you're collaborating with Jovan?" Krona roared in rage and unfurled her wings, beating them to produce a gust that forced back her partner and allowed her to rear up on her hind legs and abdomen. Her head nearly brushed the mangled overhead beams. "How DARE you! Your very breath taints my honor! Jovan is no brother of mine!" "Dark Hunters don't have honor," replied Lariska in a low voice. Review Topic
  14. http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Replicant-1-the-Clone-of-Vorka-521567079 *Ever since Vorka had his accident he was looking for a way to cure or at least keep the Hordika in him contained for good. So he began to do his research as fast possible, wanting to find a way to fix the flaw in him. Since Keetongu was no option for him he had to start from scratch. Eventually figured out a way to clone his body to test his serums on them, sadly the results were not uplifting so far. But one, there was just one that passed the first round of testing and showed promise. After the second round of testings were done on that specimen he started to feel his Hordika mutation flaring up again and he hurried to get his dose to stop it, but accidentally he hit the "reject" button on the console when his arm started to mutate, causing it's test-tube to empty the clone into the sewage system. Vorka was furious seeing his only salvation going down the drain when he was so close to curing himself. He hurried and ordered as many Visorak as he could call to search for the clone. After a while the clone's body washed up near the Archives and woke up, coughing up some water, trying to get his bearings then he started to hear the skittering of spiders so he quickly hid in a storage chamber which closed on him, giving him time to catch his breath.* http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Replicant-1-with-Proto-Daggers-521572470 This guy has been in need of a revamp for this guy http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/new-arms-151591133 aside from him being a self MOC along with Vorka too (the guy deserves to be after all that time) so I thought of making him the clone, making him look black and silver, having a similar look to Roodaka, showing that Vorka has more of his mother in her than his father Vakama. But he's still the mysterious "Dark Savior" from that old nightmare I had years ago, just gave him a Bionicle related backstory. http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Replicant-1-Legs-521571973 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Replicant-1-Arm-521572009 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Replicant-1-Back-521572083 http://mate397.deviantart.com/art/Replicant-1-Vorka-Comparison-521572144
  15. Back in November 2004, this was the first comedy allowed to be posted without the need of spoiler warnings (hence the title). Four months after the conclusion of The Newest MoL Spoof, 14 year old me is a little bit older, a little bit wiser, and a little bit funnier (note how the lines actually stick to the script and how half the jokes aren't about pie this time). Granted, there are still some comedic decisions I don't think I would have made if I were writing this now, but there are still quite a few gems here and there. Love it or hate it, here we go. -SPIRIT Chapter 1- Toa Lhikan's Mission Turaga Vakama: Gathered friends (for those who have them) listen again to our legend of the Bionicle... This is so cool! Now I'm in two movies, and the Director wanted to fire me in the first chapter- Director: Keep this up and I will fire you at the first chapter! Vakama: But you need me for the rest of the movie. Director: Stupid writers... Vakama: In the time before time, in the glorious city of Metru Nui- Hey! Has anyone noticed that this is a different story from the one in MoL? Director: Don't you know you've been lying to the Matoran for 1000 years? Vakama: Actually, I- Director: Shut up! Vakama: ... We believed our noble Toa would protect us... we were so gullible! ... lousy slackers... Previous Toa: Vakama: Anyway, they fell one by one to Makuta- Director: Vakama: I mean a shadow... who wanted to make an endless sleep so he could rule the world and awake them as their conqueror! MUHA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!- oh wait... I'm the good guy... right... Director: Here we go again... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Title Scene) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Toa Lhikan opens a device to get the Toa stones and puts his Toa power into them.) Krekka: The last Toa! Lhikan: Actually there are going to be at least 12 more. Krekka: Stupid political correctness... Nidhiki: Stop sounding smarter than me! Krekka: My humblest apologies, my crustacean accomplice. Nidhiki: Krekka: I mean: Uh............................ Nidhiki: Much better. (They chase Lhikan onto a bridge and corner him. As they get closer, he prepares to jump.) Nidhiki: Don't jump! It's not worth it! Lhikan: But I can fly. Nidhiki: Oh... then jump away! (Lhikan jumps of and makes his fire greatswords into a flying board.) Lhikan: Come on! Fly! Fly! Fly! Director: Sigh... Maybe try turning it ON! Lhikan: That might work... (He turns it on and flies away.) (In Ga-Metru...) Vakama: And so Toa Lhikan took the sacred stones to a chosen Matoran in each Metru... I want to fly! Director: Shut up! (Nokama is teaching a class.) Nokama: Fire, stone- Student: Teacher? Why do you keep saying random words? Nokama: Cow! Pickle! The 8¼th Toa of Pie! Takua: Pie? Director: Not you again! Takua: No pie? (Lhikan flies up to the Ga-Matoran.) Ga-Matoran: Gasp! Toa Lhikan? Lhikan Sarcastically: No, the paper boy!... Here's you newspaper and a Toa stone. Guide the others with your wisdom. (Lhikan flies away.) Nokama: What's a wisdom? (In Po-Metru...) Vakama: In every city's life (if they have one)- Po-Matoran: Hey! Vakama: There is a time of great building. Builders such as Onewa create wonders that confirm our belief in the great SPIRIT... of civilization. (Onewa is carving.) Lhikan: Builder, I'm counting on your courage... or at least I would, if I knew how to count... Onewa: Courage, eh?... (He picks up the Toa stone.) Onewa: AHHHHHHH! A rock! Lhikan: (In Onu-Metru...) Vakama: This city was not just built for the construction of things, but from the collection of history......... I don't know what that means, but it sounded very cool..... My friend Whenua- Whenua: I'm not your friend! Vakama: ...knew this better than most. (Lhikan flies up and hands Whenua a Toa stone.) Lhikan: Don't archive it! (Lhikan flies away.) Whenua: Whatever. (He throws it into the archives.) (In Le-Metru...) Vakama: It was an age when crazy- I mean brave Matoran, like Matau, would test the latest machines with insanity- I mean courage. (Matau is flying at top speed. The steering device breaks off and he crashes and hits Lhikan, who gives him a Toa stone.) Lhikan: Don't break it. Matau: Uh... Mr. Pecan? Lhikan: It's Lhikan Matau: Yeah.......... Could I have a shiny-new one? Mine is broken-smashed. Lhikan: Sigh. (He flies away.) (In Ko-Metru...) Vakama: It was also a time of reason... for no reason at all... a time of study, observance, and boredom. Director: (Through Nuju's telescope.) Vakama: I mean looking into the future. And few looked further forward, without seeing what was in plain sight, than Nuju. Nuju: WHERE'S MY TELESCOPE?!?! (Lhikan flies up and hands him a Toa stone.) Lhikan: Follow the map thinker. (He flies away.) Nuju: Think?! How do you think? Come on! Come on! Come on! I know this! How do you think?! Director: I can't believe that out of 100000000000000000000000000000000000 gasp 0000000000000000000000000 auditions, this was the best guy! (In Ta-Metru...) Vakama: It was a time of sharing, remembering, building, adventuring, dreaming... same as before. Takua: That got old in the last comedy. Director: Just die! Takua: No. That's Jaller's job. Director: SECURITY! Vakama: It was the time of my kind- Director: Who? Morons?! Vakama: That was a bit ironic... It was the time of the mask makers, when creating Kanohi masks from Kanoka disks was all that they lived for. Po-Matoran: Who doesn't have a life now? Vakama: (Matoran Vakama breaks the Vahi he is working on and gets frustrated.) Lhikan: Making great masks Vakama? Matoran Vakama: Not yet, but with the right disk- Lhikan: But first the city needs your help. Vakama: My help? Lhikan Sarcastically: No! Takua's! Takua: You called? Director: SHUT UP!!! Lhikan: Matoran are vanishing, deceit lurks in the shadows of Metru Nui. (They hear Nidhiki walk up.) Nidhiki Sarcastically: Oh, thanks for wrecking the movie! (A big rock falls on Nidhiki's head.) Nidhiki: What was that for? SPIRIT: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/BackCap/Bionicle-Stuff/hate.jpg. Nidhiki: Oh... GregF made me do it! SPIRIT Sarcastically: Sure he did... (Lhikan gives Vakama a Toa stone.) Lhikan: Keep it secret, keep it safe! Vakama: Yes Gandalf... (Nidhiki attacks.) Nidhiki: This time will be your farewell forever... brother. Lhikan: You have no right to call me that! Nidhiki: Actually, according to the credits, we have the same last name. Onewa: And I'm Matau! Krekka: I'm Lhikan. Kongu: And I'm Makuta! MUHA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! (Vakama hides his Toa stone and Lhikan starts fighting. Krekka breaks in and joins the fight.) Krekka: It's the end of the line, Toa! Lhikan: What line?..................................... Hey! Why am I talking to myself? (Everyone looks at the Director.) Director: Well... uh... I uh......um.... SHUT UP!!! Nidhiki to Vakama: Where do you think you're going? Vakama: I'm going out for a slice of pie. Care to join me? Nidhiki: Sure! Director: Nidhiki: I mean... no! (Lhikan and Krekka keep fighting.) Lhikan: Why am I fighting myself? (He cuts a rope, causing a heavy thing to hit Krekka.) Lhikan: Wow... I just beat myself. Director: SHUT UP!!! Nidhiki: Brother! (Lhikan sees that Nidhiki is holding Vakama over some molten Protodermis.) Vakama: Help me! Director: No! Don't! (Lhikan surrenders and Krekka captures him.) Nidhiki: Compassion was always your weakness, brother. Lhikan: I'm also ticklish. (Nidhiki drops Vakama into the molten Protodermis, but Lhikan kicks his flying board to save, but it missed and Vakama falls into the molten Protodermis.) Vakama: Help I'm drowning- I mean melting! Director: Sigh... you have a lava-proof suit! Vakama: No I don't! Director: Vakama: Psych! Takua: That was old in the last comedy too! Director: That's it! (He starts strangling Takua.) Turaga Vakama: Aw... they love each other. Director to Vakama: You're next. Turaga Vakama: (Matoran Vakama hops onto the flying board and flies away. Then he has a vision. There is a floating Toa stone) Lhikan: Save the heart of Metru Nui. The Great Spirit needs you. (The Toa stone turn into a yellow Hau.) Vakama: Jaller? Lhikan: No! Lhikan, you fool!.... Time is short. Hurry Vakama. Vakama: No! Wait! Come back! Lhikan: See ya, I'm gettin' some pie! Takua: Pie? Vakama: Get out of my vision! (Vakama's vision ends and he crashes. Then Nidhiki and Krekka carry Lhikan away.) Lhikan: How was I captured by myself? Director: Why do I hire such fools? Takua: Well- Director: Shut up! Vakama: NOOOOOO! It's all my fault. Lhikan: Yeah! You could have told me you had a lava-proof suit! Vakama: It was molten Protodermis. Lhikan: (Somewhere...) Makuta: Must have the preciousssss- I mean Mask of Time. (Back in Ta-Metru, Vakama gets his Toa stone and opens it up to see a map.) Vakama: Where's the cream filling?...... Without you we have no Toa, but then there's Tahu- Director: SHUT UP, VAKAMA!!! Turaga Vakama: Me? Vakama: Or Me? Director: Vakama: Who will protect us?... I should have done something! Dume: Don't blame yourself. Vakama: Can I blame you Mak- I mean Turaga Dume? Dume: Uh.... no. I have come for the Mask of Time. Vakama: It's not finished yet. Great masks take time to craft. (He picks up a Vahi.) Dume: Then what's that? Director: STOP STEALING PROPS VAKAMA!!! Vakama: Uh... Oops? Dume: Perhaps you are using inferior disks. Vakama: I use the best. Only Great Disks are more pure. Dume: Too bad Lihkan isn't here to help... : Because of me!... You might want to ignore that last part... (He absentmindedly reaches for the Toa stone, but instead he picks up a disk and hands it to Vakama.) Dume: Bring the completed mask to the Great Can-can Contest. The destiny of Metru Nui rests in your hands. Vakama: Actually this disk and useless Vahi do, but that's what Lhikan said... Lhikan: Actually I said: Vakama: That means the same thing. Lhikan: Oh....................... I just quoted myself!
  16. The other day I had a chance to sit down and watch the "Metru Nui duology" (LoMN and WoS) back-to-back, saving the LoMN epilogue for the very end of both films. Upon doing this, and looking up what I could find on BS01 about the subject, a question occurred to me: What exactly was stopping the Turaga and Matoran from going back to Metru Nui at any time, either just after awakening the Matoran or after Makuta's defeat in '01? Obviously the Visorak were infesting the city for a while, but Vakama took care of that problem...so they spent 1,000 years on Mata Nui building their villages and such, only to THEN go back and rebuild the city. Why not just start rebuilding Metru Nui to begin with? Thoughts? Lewa0111 Nuva
  17. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Xo4ice6nHw Hey everyone, Here is the trailer for a Bionicle fan animation ive been working on for the past few months and should be out soonish. CHECK IT OUT!!!
  18. Hey everyone. Nearing the completion of my upcoming BIONICLE Fan Film. Thought I would show off a bit of the action with this EXCLUSIVE CLIP. Enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEmQwEjFHE8
  19. http://imgur.com/HIT6HT6 http://imgur.com/dgYEOVP http://imgur.com/iK8rJE2 http://imgur.com/achcrbU These are the character posters for a series in development on my youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChfpsYvEPBITB6d8pTcuasQ Hope you enjoy them. Also if you liked them, like my Facebook page because I intend on getting the 2015 figures and making retro 2001 style posters with the updated toa https://www.facebook.com/MetruNuiLegacy
  20. Mehul

    Kanohi Dragon

    Fluff (skip this if you have tendency to TLDR) : Hello bzpower, I have to confess. Despite having found this great site way back in '06 I have not really contributed much to it. Well its not due to lack of things I'd like to show you all, more I think my habit of blaming school for not having time to upload stuff... Well schools done with and I find myself without an excuse for having not posted any of my rather rudimentary drawings. And so here I am trying to delay the inevitable by making you wade through this sea of text, but trust me the next part is relevant to the artwork... Background (sort of relevant information) : I started making this comic in 2009-10 as a sort of tribute to bionicle, ten years and whatnot, and decided to create my own interpretation of the events during the release of the kanohi dragon whilst foreshadowing the Toa-Darkhunter War and the Nui Stone. As you can imagine the scope of the project was a bit too much especially considering the amount of work you have to do if you choose science as a stream... (see what I mean about blaming school ). Anyway long story short after creating 7 pages inking 2 of them and creating the rough version of the 8th page in late 2010 I gave up. Which brings us to now, after 2 years I am uploading these because I have nothing else to do. The artwork (finally!) : Cover Page 01 Page 02 Page 03 Page 04 Page 05 Page 06 Page 07 Page 08 Stuff to keep in mind (more fluff) : The pages were made on roughly A3 size paper (297 × 420 mm) and as a result there was no chance in karzahni that it would fit, as a result each page is made of to scans welded together via photoshop magic and the result is not ideal. For some reason (my kane-ra dropping scanner) a shadow appeared at the sides of the scans which I could not remove and so when the page was welded a black line appeared in the middle. You'll have to trust me that these look better in person. Random (...) : Despite it being pretty old constructive comments are appreciated but are not required. I thank you for bearing with me and reading some of this and or checking out my work. Unless you just came in saw the wall of text and just pressed back- in which case you're nothing but a rakshi *beep*ing *boop* makuta faced *beeep*. ~M Also (why wont it end...) : I have other even older and rudimentar-ier stuff which I am more than glad to show you guys if there's interest...
  21. Ok this may be explained some where in the bionicle story line but im a little rusty on the little details after my return from the four year dark ages But where were all the Toa that lived on Metru Nui during that war where Lihkan lead like a hundred or more toa to battle , Where were they when the Visorak came to metru nui or when Makuta took over it just seems like a ancient evil and a bunch of spiders infecting the largest city in the universe would signal some of the toa in other places to be like hey maybe we should go help out there . I guess that you could say that they were busy with the damage from Mata nui crashing but at least some had to go and check on Metru nui when all this was going on . Besides the toa Hagah .
  22. THE TIME BEFORE TIME: INTRODUCTION In the time before time, the world was tasteless and without colour. Then the Great One known as Marshy Mallow descended from the heavens, bringing light and sweet things. He created we, the Matoran, so that we may prosper in this new age and not waste that which has reached its expiry date. At first we were separate, without purpose, so Marshy Mallow bestowed upon us the Three Flavours: Sour, Salty and Sweet. He gave us a home on the floating city of Metru Nui. Six districts were built, each home to Matoran of one of the six elements. Ta-Metru was home to those of Fruit, people of my kind whose tongues could withstand the most sour of unripe apricots. In Ga-Metru, rivers of Soda carried our favourite fizzy drinks and fed the bubbly lakes beyond. In Po-Metru, great fields were filled with Chocolate sculptures and mountains of fudge. Le-Metru was a green place of the element Mint, its residents having the freshest breath in the land. Onu-Metru was a maze of tunnels eaten into the Cookie basement of the city. Finally there was Ko-Metru and its magnificent, glittering peaks of Ice-Cream. But our happiness was not to last. A shadow began to creep over Metru Nui, something our beloved Toa warriors could not halt. There would come a day when Marshy Mallow himself would fall, plunging our world back into darkness. The story of how this happened is not one of doom, but of hope. It's a story of how heroes are born and how the Three Flavours together can be mightier than even the sharpest spork. This is that story. CHAPTER ONE: FLIGHT OF THE VALET Jeeve-Ahn was no ordinary Toa. While most Toa wore shiny armour and masks, he had abandoned these in favour of a tailored suit and monocle. He used his elemental powers of Fruit only in strict emergencies. Everybody in Metru Nui knew and cherished him. Matoran workers appraised him as he passed by in the streets. But his popularity wasn't due to him being a Toa; it was because he was the only Toa they had left. He served as valet to Turaga Nom, the almighty President of Metru Nui. Nom made sure the city's heart kept beating, while Jeeve-Ahn did his housework and ran errands for Matoran from all the six districts. In previous years, there had been full-time Toa protecting their vast food stores, but after a suspicious number of mysterious disappearances, they were all gone. Even with the remaining duo on top of things, it wasn't getting any better. Chocolate and ice-cream towers were melting in Po- and Ko-Metru respectively, breath mints were running out in Le-Metru, cookies crumbled in Onu-Metru and the soda streams of Ga-Metru were running flat. Worst of all, a dangerous and foul-tasting tomato plant had sprouted in Ta-Metru and was causing the fruit stores to over-ripen. Matoran morale remained high for the moment, but something had to be done. That's why 'Jeevie' had done something – without telling the Turaga. He had stolen six gummi bears from the Temple of the Great Marshmallow. These weren't any ordinary delicious lollies. Each one was infused with some of the Toa's energy and each was a different colour. He intended to deliver each one to a Matoran from a different district. With his immaculate outfit, he had little to mark him out as a Toa. One clue was his extreme height of almost nine inches. Jeeve-Ahn towered above everybody else. The other giveaway was his hoverboard, the one piece of Toa tech he had kept. Originally the board was a pair of special swords. They were permanently glued together during an outbreak of zombie PopTarts, rendered inseparable but able to fly. In this manner, surfing through the sky above Ga-Metru, he approached the high school where Noca-Cola worked. This district was a place of learning and of passing on knowledge. A little stream of fizzy lemonade passed through the centre of the building. Jeeve-Ahn could see a pressure valve just upstream from it; this valve shut off the stream every lunch hour to stop students being hyper in afternoon classes. In the other districts, sugar highs weren't so easy to control. After landing, the rogue valet concealed his hoverboard behind some empty Pepsi bottles, made sure all his shirt buttons were done up, then marched into the nearest classroom. Noca-Cola (or Noka to her friends) taught in this room five days a week, forty weeks of the year. His rich knowledge of Facebook had allowed Jeevie to ascertain all this. He'd also found that Noka had a fondness for vanilla yoghurt, a pottle of which he held up on his silver serving tray as he entered. “...and as you should recall, the number pi is the ratio of a pie's circumference to how delicious it is. The best pies therefore have the lowest value of pi,” Noka was telling her class. She sniffed and turned toward Jeevie. “Oh my Great Mallowpuff, it's vanilla yoghurt!” With surprising agility (for a Ga-Matoran), she vaulted over the desk and snatched the yoghurt from Jeevie's tray. Not even bothering to locate a spoon, she tore off the lid and licked the whole pottle clean in seconds. Only while wiping the white spillage off her mask did she acknowledge the valet. “Oh, hi Jeeve-Ahn.” “Good day, ma'am.” He hadn't been met with the usual round of applause, but couldn't show any disappointment while wearing his suit. As he looked around the class, he saw the reason. All of Noka's students were asleep. Perhaps, he thought, they needed more lemonade during school rather than less. “How can I help you? Is there another book Turaga Nom would like to borrow?” “No ma'am, the Turaga is quite content to read titles shipped from amazon.com. I am here to speak with you personally, if you can spare a few moments. In private.” “I see...” Suddenly she was very close to him. “I'm sure they won't mind if we sneak out for five, ten minutes.” Noka gestured at her class. Not one of the students had stirred. “I am not here on social business, ma'am. There is a matter of dire importance to discuss.” “Ugh, you men are always 'too busy,' aren't you?” She zipped her top back up. “If you please, I do not wish to be overheard, ma'am. And the Turaga must not know I was here.” “Okay, fine. What is so important and why are you telling me?” They talked for several minutes and, when Jeevie had given Noka her answers (and one of the stolen gummies), he departed at once for Po-Metru. His message was received with much reluctance and he doubted any of the other Matoran would be cheerful about it. But his mission had to be completed. Time was already running out. As he travelled, he saw the transport chutes that wound across the city, carrying cargo and thrillseeking Matoran from place to place. They were magnetized tubes filled with an inedible (but breathable) fluid called gooey protodermis. Anything that wasn't food in Metru Nui was made from protodermis: Jeevie's board, the Turaga's throne, Noka's revealing chestplate. Nobody knew where this stuff came from. Nobody was bothered to find out; all the sweet things were much more interesting. When he could no longer hear fizzing and bubbling, but instead the excited munchings of the Choc-people, he knew he was above Po-Metru. This was the land of the sculptors. Below were Matoran with stomachs and teeth adapted for shaping mounds of chocolate into works of art. Statues of wild Rahi animals and of heroes like the Toa decorated their fields. The valet sought one sculptor in particular, a man called Lindta. “It is NOT a girls' name!” This shout came from within Lindta's hut when Jeevie arrived. There was more. “Get outta my house, Achnoo! You're supposed to be working!” There was a devilish laughter, then a Matoran with bronze armour came out of the hut. “Oh, hello Jeeve-Ahn! You good?” Without waiting for a reply, the troublemaker Achnoo departed for his work station. Lindta himself was seated inside, surrounded by fragments of his work. All the furniture was covered in choc chips and there was a strong aroma of cocoa powder. “Hello, Jeeve-Ahn! You came at a bad time, I'm afraid. That rascal Achnoo has been in here, trying to eat my desk again.” “Indeed, sir? Perhaps I can sweeten the mood for you.” When Jeevie raised his serving tray this time, it displayed a platter of licorice pieces. “LICORICE GIMME GIMME GIMME!” Once again, the valet watched as a Matoran traded manners for the chance to stuff their face. When Lindta had recovered his usual composure, Jeevie delivered his urgent message. As he spoke, the sculptor's expression grew darker, until finally he appeared as though he were looking upon a plate of spinach. “But Jeeve-Ahn, how am I supposed to help?” “With this,” as he passed over a stolen gummi bear of translucent brown colour. “Here is what you must do with it...” A moment later, the meeting was concluded. Jeevie flew next to Onu-Metru, passing from soft-eating fields to the hard ground of the cookie district. There were few buildings on the surface, for the Matoran here mostly worked in the giant underground Museum. Down there were specimens of every edible substance ever discovered, from apple crumble to zebrajam. It was in this deep, doughy place that the archivist Munchu worked. That day he'd been assigned one of the most important jobs of the upper level: sorting M&Ms. Munchu was calculating the ratio of green to yellow he required, when Jeevie burst in with a bottle of ginger beer. After downing it in one gulp, the archivist let out an island-rattling belch and grunted “Cheers Jeevie.” As before, the valet recounted his urgent message and handed over a gummi bear, this time black like a questionable piece of toast. Like the others, Munchu showed less enthusiasm than a jar of sand. As they often said in the Museum, “Tough bikkies.” On his way out Jeevie nearly knocked over a sign reading 'Do not eat the exhibits.' He wondered what they paid the archivists with as he returned to the surface and headed for Ko-Metru. In this coldest of districts, the Matoran all wore white armour and worked among translucent white towers; the Popsicle Towers. Everywhere were glints from the lenses of large telescopes operated by the residents. Their instruments peered beyond the mountains, composed of ice-cream of all imaginable colours, out into deep space. They were astrologers who used the stars to forecast the future. At least, that's what they called it. Ko-Matoran were actually brilliant at locating asteroids made of ice-cream which they hoped to harvest some day. Looking forward to the future meant looking for more things to eat. Astrologer Fruju was adept at not only finding such asteroids, but thinking up ways to capture them. The diagrams the valet passed by in his observatory were exquisite plans for giant nets and other devices. Many diagrams there were, for Fruju was known for being so quiet he could go for years without speaking. Drawings were the only reliable way he communicated. Jeevie found him staring into his telescope, hunched over like a gargoyle. When he finally realized he had a visitor (it took much polite clinking upon the serving tray), Fruju slid off his chair and rotated himself. An eyepiece retracted into his mask; some astrologers used these to provide maximum magnification. He said nothing. “Good day, sir. Would you care for some refreshment?” Jeevie now produced a little cup filled with jellybeans. Rather than lunge forward like any other Matoran, Fruju took one step forward and held his hands out. The jellybeans were passed to him and he raised them to his mouth, his arms bending like a drawbridge. After letting them tumble down into his tract he stood still with his hands clasped behind his back, awaiting information. It was given to him, without any verbal response, then Jeevie gave him a milky white gummi and left the observatory. Le-Metru was the next destination, specifically the workplace of Peppau. Getting there required navigating a green web of protodermis chutes, for the workplace in question was a giant hub in the centre of the chute network. Locals had abandoned any imaginative food-related names and just called it The Hub. Or the BRT (Big Round Thingie). Jeevie landed and hid his hoverboard once again, the smell of mint strong in his face-holes. Matoran here were tasked with providing efficient transport for all of Metru Nui. Without their efforts, it would have been impossible (a bit tiring, anyway) for the common citizen to access all the wonderful flavours of the city. They kept the chutes flowing and the friendly Ussal crabs scuttling. Some, like Peppau, risked their pride to test new transport methods. When Jeevie asked the BRT receptionist for his location, he was directed to the infamous Test Track, where prototype vehicles were driven to their limits. He stood at the southern edge of the Track, where mint plants grew like weeds, waiting for a sign of Peppau. After just a few seconds, the test pilot swerved into view, atop some ridiculous jet-powered tricycle. When he noticed the valet waiting there, Peppau waved. But then the handlebars came off of his contraption and naughty words were emitted. The tricycle veered into the wall and sent its rider flying. He bounced across the Track like a potato, coming to rest right at Jeevie's feet. “Ugghhhh... hi Jeevie. Not sure what happened there.” “It would appear, sir, that the steering column of the vehicle has malfunctioned.” “Oh yeah. Stupid thing, probably welded on with chewing gum.” “Are you alright, sir?” “Yeah, I've had way harder knocks in this job! Like this one time, I was in a car with an ejector seat, but they didn't tell me it was an ejector seat. So when I saw this big red button in front of me, I thought, “I don't know what that does, but if I'm gonna do a thorough test, I should push it anyway.” They had to get four men with giant spatulas to scrape me off the ceiling. And then...” “If I may interject, sir, I have something of great importance to discuss.” “Oh right! Sorry Jeevie.” Unlike Fruju, this Le-Matoran could chat endlessly if allowed to. “I would suggest that we be prompt, for I fear the engine is still in operation.” “Huh?” Suddenly the sound of an approaching runaway jet-powered tricycle hit Peppau's ears. Before he could jump out of the way, he was spinning through the air again. Jeevie managed to jump onto the trike and bring it to a stop, for such skills are essential for valet and Toa alike. Since he was both, Jeevie was four times as good at driving as anybody else. After Peppau had come to rest again, he was offered a platter of Jaffa biscuits. These were momentarily reduced to orange crumbs. Again Jeevie delivered his message, again he handed over a gummi bear, again the word again agained. A mixture of reluctance and bruises contorted the Matoran's face. Jeevie wished him good luck, then returned to the BRT and retrieved his hoverboard. There was only one more gummi to deliver, but Jeevie felt he was already out of time. In the distance was Ta-Metru, his former home. As he passed from fresh-smelling Le-Metru into the land of warmth and sour things, he thought of the creatures he was trying to evade. They were nasty brutes, showing none of a valet's courtesy, from a place far beyond Metru Nui. They didn't care for yumminess, or for the virtues of the Matoran. They were hunters – and that day, they were hunting Jeeve-Ahn.
  23. 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).
  24. For some reason I once completed this game while I should have been studying (don't worry, I graduated). I secretly loved it.
  25. 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.
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