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  1. Survival of the Skrall Foreword Greetings! Hope this story finds you well. My apologies for extending my submission all the way up to the end of the deadline and presenting it in an incomplete state. I wanted to avoid posting it as a serial even if it meant being a day or two late, but the finale is still undergoing rewrites and the following chapters are still pending proofreading and polish. I hope you are okay with waiting a little longer and just having the first chapter given to you now. The tentative release schedule I have for the story is as follows: Chapter One: February 4 (Released) Chapter Two: February 17 Chapter Three + An unrelated vignette from the time before time: March 3 On or before these days, you will find the original post edited to add content, and I will bump the thread. On the occasion that I reach some character limit that I'm unaware of for the original post, any subsequent chapters will be found in a new post on the thread. On a final note, one of your requests was for the story to not be overly serious. I apologize in advance for any perceived grimdarkness. I tried to write a tale worthy of the Skrall, but they tend to not allow too much happiness. I hope that the short story included with the last release will satisfy any tonal disappointments you might have. Without further ado, I present you with Survival of the Skrall. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter One: The Desert “Now, time for your assignment. You pitiful ignoramuses are only good for civil unrest, so this is your task: cause rampant chaos in Atero Nui. If those fools wish to be the successors to the cities of old, then they will inherit their problems as well. The Dark Hunters will rise again… but first, we need instability. Target the council, especially that old fool Ackar, but do not spread your forces thin. Attack as many places at once as possible. Your mission is disruption. Stronius, see to it that they complete their task. “You underestimate their intelligence, leader. Savage though warrior-class Skrall may be, they are hardly brutes. Even now they could be carefully plotting your downfall.” “You underestimate my capabilities of managing my inferiors. I had a double agent serve under me as my right hand and he never knew that he fell completely within my machinations. The Makuta of Metru Nui may be a keener strategist than I, he’d have taken the city within hours, but to question my intuition offends me. I am well aware of your Skrall’s capabilities. If I was not, I would not have accepted you as refugees in this encampment. Head off and fulfill your mission before I send a Hunter to torch your belongings and chase you off.” The Shadowed One retreated, followed by his scribe, who had stood silent and dutifully carried out his work until this moment. The Stronius soldier, now called by his rank as if it was his name, pondered for a minute. The treatment he and his men received was far inferior to what they had earned. Going to the city would be tantamount to suicide. Just a little over a dozen Skrall, ranging from rookies to blooded veterans, stood behind him. The least experienced would surely die on the over twenty-five thousand kio journey east. He wasn’t very optimistic of the chances the rest of his company had; or even his own, for that matter. Stronius wasn’t very keen on the idea of dropping in the middle of nowhere and becoming one less of a dying breed. Refusing the mission was not an option, but neither was carrying it out as demanded. What to do? “Stronius, we will do as you ask.” “We’ll begin the journey. I will not let you die out there. If the sands are too rough, we’ll turn to wherever we can find refuge. Rai, I want you to make sure that the caravan the Dark Hunters gave us has enough supplies. Kirida, make sure all armaments are in good shape. The rest of you stand by near the transport and be ready for leaving in a few hours.” The Skrall dispersed, the two lieutenants going off to do what was asked of them and the rest seeking something to keep themselves occupied. After a few seconds, Stronius followed a group of three rookies, for they were heading to the same place: their hut. The hut that Stronius shared with his fourteen underlings was not a very large one to begin with and felt exceedingly cramped with everyone inside. Any given night, three Skrall were stationed to guard duty outside; not out of fear of an attack, but because no matter what they did, they could never find enough room for more than twelve soldiers to sleep inside. Stronius himself stood guard with two Skrall for many a night, which dulled his senses. He couldn’t possibly hope to cross the vast expanse of Spherus Magna’s last remaining desert at his best, let alone when he was debilitated as such. Stronius arrived at the hut and sifted through the tiny sack of tools he had. The Hunters’ leader threatened to destroy their things, but it was a meaningless threat; all that’d get burnt up would be a compass, a map, a thornax launcher and less than half a dozen overripe fruit. Thornax were in high demand among the Hunters, since the majority of the thornax plants just past Atero Nui’s eastern city limits. To the west of the Hunters’ base was more desert. To every direction, there was more desert. Some six hundred kio to the west lay the vast sea of the former Aqua Magna. Far north were trader camps with Glatorian guards. Far south fertile unexplored land. There had been an expedition led by Seeker and Tracker, who had yet to return. It had been two months, and they were assumed dead. Stronius’ ruminations were cut short when one of the Skrall with him tried to get his attention. He recognized the group as a tight-knit circle. They had often volunteered to be on lookout together. “Excuse us, may we ask a question?” “Yes, go ahead. You’re… Arita, correct?” “Yes, thank you for remembering my name. Stronius, my brothers and I had been thinking that we would be dead weight. Perhaps it is best for us to part ways here and— “No, we have plenty of supplies. The company is small enough as it is. You three may be green, but you have potential. You will earn your red armor in time, but to do so, you must accompany us.” “…very well, but know that we are ready to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of the mission.” “Your courage is admirable, but foolish. The mission is not as high priority as ensuring the survival of the Skrall. We look after our own first and foremost.” The three rookies said no more and quietly left the hut. Stronius went back to studying the map, trying to triangulate the best route to take. Since fulfilling the mission was out of the question, their best chance was traveling south until they reached the restored area. It was possible that the two missing Dark Hunters had set up some sort of base that they could hijack. The plan was uncertain, but better than any other. Less than an hour later, the wagon was ready. The Skrall piled up into covered rear as Stronius took the reins up front. Once everyone was on board, Stronius whipped the two ravenous Spikit into motion. They set off east at first to give the Hunters the impression that they were headed to new Atero. As soon as Rai signaled that the encampment was out of sight, Stronius forced the Spikit to veer right in towards the south, still maintaining some degrees in an eastern direction. The name of the game now was endurance. As long as the Spikit remained seething with anger, they would keep moving forward. As long as supplies lasted, the Skrall could remain within the confines of the wagon. There were enough supplies for two weeks; the main threat were desert beasts such as Skopio, which could lurk beneath any inch of sand. The first three days of travel were uneventful. The Skrall in the back kept themselves entertained with whatever they could, whether it was whittling away at a thornax fruit’s spikes or counting how many sand bats they saw. The fourth day heralded trouble. At the crack of dawn, just as the lush region became visible on the horizon, one of the Spikit gave out. The other kept going, which put the vehicle off balance and tipped it over and broke some of their cargo. The soldiers had to spare supplies for the fallen Spikit, which appeared to be dehydrated. The lively one had to be calmed down until the other could run again. Things went well and they were on their way once more within hours, but the day’s troubles had only just begun. As the midday ticked over, a rumble shook across the desert. One of the Skrall who had kept to himself up this point exclaimed when he saw the cause of the quake. “Skopio!” A massive monster rose up from the sands behind them. Stronius was confident it could be outrun, but the Skrall in the back would beg to differ. The creature began moving much faster than one might think possible for its size, closing the two kio gap between them in seconds. “Present arms! Get ready for battle!” Stronius heeled the Spikit, forcing them further right to avoid the lunging leg. Unbeknownst the any of them, the Skopio had made a massive mistake. Its bladed appendage struck down and impaled a sleeping sand dragon beneath the sand. This was not the problem, though. The problem was that it was a nest. There were three other hulking dragons that lay asleep, shaken away by the smell of their kin’s blood. The monsters sprung to life and leaped up at the four-legged titan. Within seconds, its metallic skin was ripped to pieces. The dragons made short work of what used to be the Skrall’s largest threat. Now the just-awoken hungry dragons turned their eyes to their next prey. The Skrall had made the Spikit stop amidst all this commotion and began arming themselves with their blade-launchers and shields. “Aim and shoot!” The entire company unloaded their launchers at the dragons. Their stash of thornax included roughly 50 given to them by the Hunters and the small stash of supplements that Stronius brought along. The volley of explosive fruit was only enough to fell one of the dragons. Firing just once used up a fourth of their ammo. If they fired again, they’d be down to half what they had. Even then, the dragons had closed the distance. “Aim for their wings! If you clip them, they are immobilized!” Stronius knew these creatures well. They had powerful wings, but weak legs. If they lost the ability to fly, they would lose their mobility. The Skrall divided themselves up evenly to attack the three dragons. Stronius, Rai and the group of the least experienced three Skrall wailed away at a dragon that appeared to be wounded, since it didn’t try to take flight. They were successful in destroying its wings, officially crippling it, and were ready to move on to the next one when it started crying out in pain. A shrill noise reverberated across the battlefield. The glass vials safeguarding their water supply in the wagon shattered, drenching it and rendering it wasted. Even more shaking followed. All around them, four, five, six, seven, eight… at least a dozen more sand dragons rose up from their slumber. Stronius put the wounded dragon out of its misery and ended its wailing, but it was too late. The awoken dragons began feasting on the Skrall. Half the company was wiped out in seconds, becoming morsels to be processed as sustenance for the creatures. The Spikit and the wagon they were saddled with, too, became prey. Stronius’ group was unharmed, but the group of five that had stood close to them just moments ago was gone without a trace. Only Kirida, the strongest of Stronius’ warriors, was left standing, having broken free of one of the dragon’s maw by slicing his way out. All the survivors grouped together. Stronius and Kirida kept up the defensive, slashing away at the dragons whenever they attack and making them think twice before lunging for a snack. The rookies and Rai got to work slashing away at the recently fallen dragon’s armored belly. Once they pierced through to its stomach, they were able to rescue the Skrall that it swallowed. His armor was half-melted, but the warrior was safe. His armor had protected him from being crushed by the dragon’s teeth and he was itching to fight. As this happened, another dragon began seizing. The Skrall it ingested managed to cut his way through and quickly joined the struggle. His armor was in far worse condition, but it didn’t deter him. Stronius fired a thornax at a charging dragon and brought it down. The group rushed over and hacked away. This time, the eaten Skrall wasn’t so lucky. This one did not survive the chewing. Rai shot another one of the dragons down, hitting its belly, and quickly cut through. This Skrall was not fortunate either. It was unknown whether or not he made it down unscathed because the dragon’s powerful digestive system had fully broken down the Skrall by the time Stronius and his men opened up the stomach. The liquefied remains of black and red metal kept dissolving, even with the creature dead. None of the other Skrall had anything resembling a chance. Without needing to communicate it verbally, Stronius and his men knew that their only choice was to fight their way as far from the dragons as possible. They had not even taken down half the monsters and two of their nine men were only fighting on sheer willpower. “Stronius! We can’t hold them off! Let me stay back as bait.” Rai knew he had a decent chance at making it out alive. The dragons’ digestion worked fast, but no one was more skilled with a spinning shield than he. If it came down to it, he could cut through the inside of the dragon before becoming its food. Stronius considered his options for a moment. Sacrificing Rai would buy them little time and there was no way they could make a clean getaway without the Spikit. What they needed was… now within reach. Stronius looked ahead and saw a pack of Vorox in the distance. He quickly loaded a thornax and aimed it at them. The overripe fruit shot off into the horizon and caused an explosion upon colliding with the ground, kicking up a cloud of sand. As the cloud subsided seconds later, he got the sight he was counting on. The pack of Vorox was livid and charging straight at them. The Skrall got as clear as they could and let the Vorox ravenously attack the dragons, thinking them the source of the explosion. The dragons quickly forgot the Skrall and set to attacking the Vorox. Stronius led his party away from the battlefield. They ran as fast as they could until the conflict was well out of sight and the roars were out of earshot. They all breathed a sigh of relief at narrowly escaping their predicament. No such relief came to Stronius, who had to think of what to do now. Their supplies were no more, they were all wounded to some degree and the desert still stretched for a considerable distance. “There is no time for rest. All we can do for now is keep moving forward. There is no telling what other supplies may lie in store for us if we carelessly wander for too long.” To be continued…
  2. Torran

    Red Sky at Morning

    This epic is dedicated to Toa Jaxus as fulfillment of the 2018 Fan Fic Exchange. The requests were to read something interesting that did not contain powerless protagonists. Specifically, it was suggested that I continue the plight of Pohatu and Kopaka on the Red Star. So that's what I ran with. Hope you like it! Chapters will be posted as I finalize their edits. -T Be sure to read The Powers that Be if you have not recently. This epic is a continuation of that serial. __________________________________________________ Chapter 5 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - With the noises outside the room getting louder, Toa Kopaka knew they didn’t have much time. Glancing around the room, he saw piles of scraps, tables covered in bent metal, and jars containing substances he thought better than to ask about. Mavrah had locked the door, but Kopaka wasn’t convinced it would be enough to keep those horrid creatures out. “How long have you been here, Mavrah? What’s going on in this place?” Toa Pohatu asked. The Onu-Matoran moved over to a chair near a table and sat down. He motioned to the two Toa to come over. Kopaka didn’t budge. “How long, I’m not sure,” said Mavrah. “But I’ve been here long enough to have gathered some information from the Kestora.” Kopaka thought back to the three he had frozen moments ago. Mavrah continued, ignoring the scraping and plodding of heavy metal against metal outside. “It turns out the Red Star, which is where we are in case you wondered, is not a Star at all. While it does orbit the planet, it is used by the Kestora as a place to heal those who are wounded in our universe.” “Heal? What do you mean heal?” Kopaka asked. Mavrah shuffled a little. “In truth,” he started, “I’m… well, I’m actually dead.” Kopaka shot Pohatu a concerned glance. Pohatu simply slapped the Matoran on the shoulder. “Little one, you’re as dead as that Toa of Ice,” he said, pointing at Kopaka with a smile. “And I know his heart beats stronger than most in our universe.” Mavrah shuddered at the touch, unused to physical contact, but collected himself. “I mean, I died, back home, in Metru Nui.” Kopaka was glad for a piece of information he understood. “I was washed out to sea after a battle. I remember the earthquake, the destruction, the chaos… I remember Toa Onewa, and the Vahki, and then… nothing.” “Onua? Vahki?” Pohatu said. He couldn’t remember ever facing any Vahki, only hearing about them in stories from the Turaga. “Are you sure you remember correctly?” Mavrah nodded. “Toa Onewa was with the rest of the Toa, and I didn’t understand why they had come,” Mavrah said. “But when Toa Whenua was hurt in the fight –” “Did you say Toa Whenua?” Pohatu asked Mavrah nodded again. He turned to Kopaka. “You don’t think…” “…That this Matoran has been here for more than 1000 years?” Kopaka finished. “We need to find a way out of here.” Pohatu’s eyes betrayed his regular joviality. “I knew I should have changed my mind about coming here back when we had the chance.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mavrah finished telling the Toa about the Red Star. It was designed to be a booster for the Great Spirit to visit other planets while looking for a cure for Spherus Magna, but it also served as a sort of repair station for beings from within the Great Spirit who were injured beyond regular repairs. Beings that required extensive repairs – those who seemingly had died, as Mavrah had – would be teleported up to the Red Star, fixed by the Kestora, and then sent back. “But the return mechanism has been broken for so long, according to the Kestora,” Mavrah said. “They blame someone they managed to send back, since it all failed shortly after he left.” Kopaka and Pohatu looked at each other. They knew Mavrah was talking about Gaardus. “What about energy? How have you stayed alive up here for so long?” Kopaka asked. Mavrah pointed to a vent in the center of the ceiling. “These vents are dotted all over the Red Star,” he said. “They give energy to the beings who reside here. Not having to stop and recharge has been very handy for getting more research accomplished!” “I imagine with all your time researching, you’ve seen the teleportation device that they use to send beings back?” Pohatu asked. “Oh yes,” Mavrah said. “I even tried fixing it at one point. Thankfully my mask allows me to blend in with the Kestora well enough, so anytime they might see me at a glance, I look like them. Plus, it helps that I can see well enough in the dark – I don’t have to keep the lights on.” He tapped his purple Pakari. “Can you get us to the teleporter?” Pohatu asked. Mavrah shook his head. “No point,” he said. “It really doesn’t work. We’ll have to find some other way to get you home. Besides, it’s probably crawling with those monsters outside. They’re all over the Star.” “What are those creatures, anyways?” Kopaka asked. “It was dark, but with my Akaku I could see they were… beyond words.” “Those are the remnants of a vast number of beings the Kestora tried to repair,” Mavrah said. “When they could no longer teleport anyone, some of them began experimenting on the new arrivals. I can’t say it necessarily ended well. Kestora weren’t made to create, only to fix.” A sudden slam against the door made Pohatu jump. Mavrah remained calm. “Don’t worry, nothing will get through that door.” The Toa of Stone turned his attention again to the Matoran. “How do you manage to roam around with all of them out there?” Pohatu asked. Mavrah motioned to the other side of the room. “My room is connected to service tunnels,” he said. “The door you came through can’t be opened from the other side anyways. I use the tunnels to get around, retrieve supplies, whatever I need to continue my research in this place.” “We came here looking for answers, not about this place – although it certainly is yet another mystery to ponder,” Kopaka said. “There have been some murders recently back home, and I saw a vision of the Red Star before getting here. If this place really is what you say it is, maybe the beings who were murdered are here. How could we find them?” “If you’re saying you want to find someone that someone else took the efforts to kill, I can’t say you’ll want to find them up here,” Mavrah said. “When the Kestora do their work, beings who arrive here tend to have their circuits a little… scrambled upon arrival.” Pohatu laughed, catching on to Kopaka’s train of thought. “Mavrah, if you knew who we’re looking for, you’d know he couldn’t get more scrambled than he already was.” The Matoran looked curiously at the Toa of Stone, who continued. “Have you heard the legends of Karzahni?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
  3. Welcome to the review topic for the BZP Fanfic Exchange epic, Red Sky in Morning. This epic was written for Toa Jaxus, who requested an interesting story without powerless protagonists. Leave your reviews and comments. I intend to update this post with a little bit of research material supporting a somewhat... irregular setting for BIONICLE (dare I say, lore-breaking?). Your input is appreciated and although the whole story is already written, insights will help me develop in future projects. Cheers! EDIT: Some References I used BS01 a whole lot to confirm certain characters' existence - or lack thereof - on the Red Star. Do you know how many Toa were killed by electrical attacks, thereby destroying their core circuitry and rendering them unable to be revived on the Red Star? Like, more than 10. The TTV Channel This apparently comes from a conversation with Greg F. regarding the recreation of masks. Red Star Revelations Some lengthy conversation on BZP regarding Red Star functions and purposes, from a podcast with Greg. GregF Answers A few tidbits of info here that are fun to consider. One point of note, Greg states that the Red Star "can't teleport right now" but I do not think that would stop someone from teleporting someone else to the Red Star if needed. (ie. why Karzahni is on the Star now instead of just dead in the Canyon). BS01 - Red Star General information regarding the Star.
  4. While investigating the murders of Tren Krom and Karzahni, Pohatu and Kopaka get teleported to the Red Star, where they make a disturbing discovery... Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 In this topic you may discuss the newest chapters of The Powers That Be, written by the Storyline Team of SM.com. Story topic here. Latest News: 10/31/2013 - The Powers That Be Chapter 5 re-released on BZPower! 10/09/2013 - The Powers That Be Chapter 5 released on BZPower! 10/07/2013 - The Powers That Be Chapter 5 released on SM.com!
  5. Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Kopaka and Pohatu glanced at each other warily. Both had heard Turaga Vakama’s tales, and both recalled that in the tales Mavrah had died, preferring death to living without his precious Rahi. Surprisingly, it was Kopaka that found his voice first. “The only Mavrah I know of is dead,” the Toa of Ice said coldly, “drowned when the Toa Metru fought off his horde of Rahi.” “I am that Mavrah,” said the Onu-Matoran. “And I can tell you that I’ve had plenty of time to regret that choice. Don’t you know where we are?” “If we can trust our ‘friend’, then we are on the Red Star.” Pohatu responded. “That said… he did vanish rather quickly.” “Your friend?” the so-called Mavrah asked. “He goes by the name of Gaardus, and supposedly used to be a Matoran.” Kopaka answered. The Onu-Matoran visibly tensed, glancing back at the door nervously before responding. “I know him,” Mavrah said. “He’s not welcome much, here.” “Why not? What did he do?” Pohatu asked. “Those beings, the Kestora – they said much the same as you have.” “Gaardus is the reason we’re stuck here,” Mavrah said bitterly. “When you die down there, you’re supposed to come up here and be repaired before you’re sent back down.” “Except Gaardus didn’t do that,” Pohatu guessed. Mavrah nodded. “He was… frightened, I guess. When the Kestora finished fixing him he broke loose. After that, I’m not sure what happened – but Gaardus was suddenly teleporting out of here and the Red Star shut down. You can come up, but you can’t go back down.” The two Toa Nuva shared a glance. Pohatu shrugged, not knowing what to make of the situation. Before either of the Toa could speak again, however, Mavrah held a finger up to his mask, shushing them. As they stood still, the sounds from before came to a stop directly outside the room they were in. “Oh no…” Mavrah whispered. Kopaka and Pohatu readied their weapons as the door swung open without so much as a creak, but neither of them was prepared for the shape that wedged itself through the open doorway. It looked like a Visorak gone horribly wrong, a mismatch of limbs, none of which were the same size. It had purple slits where its eyes should be, and two long arms with hideous claws. “Well, one isn’t so bad, right?” Pohatu asked. He ate his words when a second, third, fourth, and a fifth creature all entered the room after the first, each of them unique in the arrangement of their bodies and all of them bearing that same resemblance to the Visorak. “What are those things?” asked the Toa of Stone. “They have no name,” Mavrah responded, “but we call them ‘Mutant Visorak’.” “I suppose it fits well enough.” Pohatu said. “Ssssilence…” one of the creatures hissed. “You have broken the rulessss… you musssst be punisssshed.” “Please don’t tell me that the Mutant Visorak are talking,” said Pohatu. “Visorak don’t talk.” “These ones do.” Mavrah told him. “The Kestora created them as a way to hunt us down – they’re created by submerging two different Visorak at once into a pool of Hordika Venom mixed with Energized Protodermis.” “Ssssilence…” the creature hissed again. “So I freeze them and we get out of here,” Kopaka said, shrugging and raising his weapon. Before he could attack, one of the creatures lunged at him with the speed of lightning, fastening its jaws onto the Toa’s shoulder. Kopaka flung it away and blasted it with ice, but the Mutant Visorak shrugged it off as thought it were a slight breeze. “What is going on here?” Kopaka demanded, turning to Mavrah. “The process made them immune to most elemental powers,” Mavrah told them, “and some of the others – earth, for instance – weren’t exactly useful enough to resist them. You won’t find many Toa aboard the Red Star anymore.” “My turn, then.” Pohatu decided. But before Pohatu could even begin his attack two of the Mutant Visorak leapt in his direction. Using his Mask of Speed he dodged around them, only to run right into a third that instantly pinned him to the wall. Activating his Mask of Strength, Pohatu tried to push the creature off – but to his astonishment, the Kanohi failed to activate. “Let me guess,” the Toa of Stone managed as claws closed in around his throat, “mask dampening powers?” Mavrah nodded as he ducked underneath one of the creatures and dove across the room to Kopaka, pulling him away from a sneaky attacker. The Toa of Ice smacked a creature away, but there were too many for him to battle with no powers at his disposal. It was like a nightmare encounter with the Bohrok-Kal. “I refuse to die here in the dark, cornered like a rat.” Kopaka snapped. “You don’t have much choice,” Mavrah muttered beside him. “They’re – augh!” Kopaka lunged around and grabbed Mavrah by the shoulders, trying to pull him away from the Mutant Visorak attempting to drag the Onu-Matoran away. “Face it, we’re doomed. Just let me go.” Mavrah said. “No.” Kopaka swung his sword around and dug the point into the leg of the creature, which let Mavrah go with a howl of pain. “At least they feel pain,” Kopaka growled. “Sssstop ressssissssting… you cannot win!” one of the Mutant Visorak hissed. “Your friend already ssssuccumbssss to our power.” Kopaka risked a glance over to Pohatu, who was struggling feebly in the crushing grip of a Mutant Visorak across the room. Kopaka glanced to Mavrah and shrugged before throwing the Onu-Matoran against the room and into the beast holding Pohatu. The creature merely flicked Mavrah away, and the next moment Mavrah was being held to the floor in a kneeling position by two more of the Mutant Visorak. Kopaka sighed at the failure of his final plan. “Your time hassss come,” the creature before Kopaka said. “Come quietly, and perhapssss we will sssspare you ssssome pain.” “I’ll die before you take me,” Kopaka said. “Nobody ever diessss…” the Mutant Visorak said, “not until the very end.” Kopaka swung his sword at the creature but was immediately disarmed. Refusing to admit defeat, he blocked the creature’s first attack with his shield before he was caught in the side by a whip-like appendage and spun into the wall, crashing to the floor. As he recovered himself, he found the Mutant Visorak standing above him. “All of the greatesssst Toa fall to ussss in the end,” the creature told him. Kopaka stared up into the slits that passed for eyes and waited for death to take him… only to reel in shock as the Mutant Visorak suddenly went rigid, trembling violently and screaming so loudly it reminded Kopaka of the Makuta in Karda-Nui. Sparks burst all over the Mutant Visorak as it lost all capability for speech, the trembling stopping as it slumped to the ground, silent. Glancing around the room, Kopaka saw that the same had happened to every other Mutant Visorak. Mavrah was unsteadily getting to his feet and Pohatu was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. “What happened?” Kopaka asked Mavrah hoarsely. The Onu-Matoran pointed towards the doorway – Kopaka followed the motion to a Toa standing amidst the bodies of the creatures, electricity crackling in her palms. Judging from the nature of the attack and the colour of her armor, Kopaka figured she was a Toa of Lightning. “You’re lucky I showed up,” the Toa said, stepping inside and offering him a hand up. “Lightning is one of the few elements those foul things don’t have an immunity to.” “Thank you,” Kopaka said grudgingly. “I suppose I can now officially welcome you to your worst nightmare, the Red Star,” Mavrah said. “However, you can say hello to one of the few decent survivors- and the only Toa left that can take down the Mutant Visorak. Her name is Nikila.” ----------------------------------------------------- Down on the planet below, the remains of Tren Krom were watched by another pair of eyes – belonging to a Toa of Air. Lesovikk did not dare to leave his hiding place, not yet fully understanding the situation. After hunting down Karzahni he had been knocked out – when he had woken up his weapon was gone and Karzahni was dead. Following a trail, he had managed to catch up to Kopaka Nuva and Pohatu Nuva and followed them here, knowing they suspected him as the guilty party. What he had not expected was for Tren Krom to explode, all the while searing an image of the Red Star into his mind. Kopaka and Pohatu had beaten him to the scene and they had then been teleported away by a figure calling itself Gaardus – who had reappeared moments before, alone, and flown away… leaving the fates of the two Toa Nuva in question. Whatever is going on here, it’s not good, Lesovikk thought. If something can kill the likes of Karzahni and Tren Krom that easily, does a Toa stand any hope of defeating them? Crouching down next to the remains of Tren Krom, Lesovikk went over the situation in his head. Kopaka and Pohatu had most likely informed someone that they were tracking Lesovikk down – but they had not had time, to his knowledge, to go back and start telling people that Lesovikk was a suspected murderer. He could use that to his advantage. I need help from somebody more powerful than I am, he decided, which means I need an audience with Tahu. The Toa of Air stood to his feet, glancing in the direction he must start walking. He had never wanted to be a hero, not since his team died. However, it was beginning to seem like fate was not going to give him a choice. If only he was in time. To Be Continued. Review here. New chapters posted four days early on solismagna.com!
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