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  1. Built for Space Jam 2019, together with three other builders for the military category. Check out their entries too using the links in the photo description on Flickr!
  2. I teamed up with a few other builders to create the unseen and unnamed members of the Toa Cordak, and I chose to build the Toa of Stone. You can find links to the other creations on the photo I posted to Flickr. On an unrelated note, this is my 1000th post on BZP!
  3. Once, Arthax the Annihilator was a mighty warrior. Now... not so much. (pardon the blur, it's the middle of the night and I was in a hurry and I'm not very experienced with cameras and stuff) He was the champion of a thousand battles in the Orthosen Colosseum, but his victories made him prideful, and one day he bet all the prize money he'd ever earned on a match between himself and Ser Galithoun the Soul Grinder. Galithoun destroyed him- took him apart piece by piece, quite literally. Humbled, stripped of two limbs and everything he had ever owned, Arthax vanished from the public view, scraping by on petty thievery, using what little money he could find to acquire prosthetics on the black market. Let this be your warning, ye who seek to fight in Arthax's place and see the Soul Grinder brought to his knees. Such pride is foolish, and could very well cost you... an arm and a leg. Haha. Ha. Ha. Uh. (plz love me) --- Mechanical limbs were made by the impossibly patient (seriously man you should be very angry at me all things considered) IvanisIvan; Arthax was scrapped together at the last minute by yours truly, as is the norm for me. Arthax was the result of me having trouble with our original plan (two robots of similar design, one a future version of the other), due in part to clashing styles. I eventually started throwing around other ideas after Ivan suggested we try something different; eventually, suffering from sleep deprivation and minor headaches, I suggested in a half-conscious stupor that we just build two parts of the same guy- one of us makes everything above the waist, one of us makes everything else. This idea eventually evolved into "dude that lost his limbs and had to get robotic replacements", I threw together a bare-bones story, and here we are now. I'm not entirely satisfied with my half- the torso isn't complete, and the arm and leg are basically knockoffs of designs used in previous MoCs I made rather than being wholly original- but when all is said and done, I think I did pretty good for a last-minute rush job. (ten minutes before the deadline wooooooo~)
  4. Hah, I said yesterday would be my last entry but it wasn't. I guess I didn't accurately grasp the concept of "one week" and didn't think the Premier Perks would extend all day Thursday. My bad. Well anyway, I really have nothing to reveal regarding the ​STILL UNTITLED REMAKE COMEDY​. At this point, I'm either going to have to go with SPIRIT's title or just slap something else up there. ​Also, make sure to check out OKONICLE: The Okay Chronicle!! It's a comedy collaboration between myself and Master Inika on the story of 2001...somewhat. Check it out, it's something that I hope is fun for everyone to read! Here's the link: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/25003-okonicle-the-okay-chronicle/ Again, I don't have an official release date for The Hero Tahu​, but trust me when I say that I am working on it and it will most definitely come. Above all, I want to give the comedy the level of polish it deserves, no matter how long it takes, because I know it's all worth it. ​Perhaps I'll release a spin-off? I'm not entirely sure, but it's something I may look into eventually. Right now, my priorities are whatever's going on in my life, followed by OKONICLE, followed by THT. Whatever the case, I hope to be around here as much as I can. Until I feel that I'm done. ​And don't worry, I'm not done yet. I haven't been done for years. Even when I took a hiatus in 2013, I kinda figured I'd be back someday. ​I'm happy I am. ​See you next July 20th, ~MetaStriker
  5. "Matero. This is your haven of peace in a tumultuous and changing world. Out there is war. Out there is fear. Out there the Toa are dead. In here you are safe. In here the Toa are your protectors. Here there is no crime! Here you need not live in fear! This is your city of dreams!" Toa Aerix stopped speaking. A riot of cheers and applause. A deep voice intoning, "This has been a civil reminder/inspiration, brought to you today by the Cobala Corporation. We now return to Matero Music with 'My Ga-Matoran Left Me' by M.A.S.K." If I was an Agori those four words might have broken my heart. But I'm a Fe-Matoran, and my heartlight flared until I thought it might crack. Do you remember the first time we heard that song? I hope so. It was the day we met. I'd just blown the Aybabtu championship game and I'd gone to the diner to drown my sorrows in a glass of "energized protodermis." Before the drink had a chance to cross my wires the song drifted down from the speakers and you walked in the door. It was a day I've never been able to forget. No matter how hard I tried. It was the day we fell in love. This time I shut the radio off on the first note. This was the day we broke up. I'd gone home to drown my sorrows in a dark corner by the window with all the lights off and the radio at half-volume while I gazed out at the nighttime streets dyed bronze by the glow of the lightstone streetlamps. In my mind I ran over the things we said. "Karattru," you said, and my name was beautiful on your voice, "I just feel like we haven't had any time for each other lately." "Well," I said, "we have time now." We were strolling together through the Nokama Botanical Gardens park in the power district. "But Aybabtu takes up so much of your time now, and my job--" "It's just the Aybabtu season. The championship game is coming up. After we win, I'll treat you to a victory dinner, just the two of us." "And if you lose?" "Well . . . you can treat me to a consolation dinner." You didn't find it funny. "But even in the off-season, you have meetings, and then there are the appearances, the benefits, the parties--" "But you always come with me." "That's just it. You don't understand how I feel tagging along to those things. I--I don't fit in. You're a celebrity, and I write about celebrities." "What's wrong with being a news chronicler? I don't see why that should come between us. I have nothing against newstablets. I'm pro-chroniclerism." "Don't joke. I'm serious. I feel like--like we live in two different worlds." "We're where those worlds meet." "It doesn't work that way." I was silent. Something in your tone worried me. "What are you saying?" You sighed. "I'm breaking up with you, Kar." "But--but Obitu," I stammered, "I love you. I mean--we love each other, don't we?" Your voice shook just a little. "Of course I love you, Kar, but . . . you have your life, and I have mine, and they just don't fit together." "But Obitu--" "Please don't make this any harder," you said, turning away. "I have to go." "Obitu, please--" "Don't follow my, Karattru." Then you walked away and hailed a chute lift, and I watched until it lifted you away to the platform and the chute whisked you away. I tried to close my mind to it but that last image of you echoed in my memory. I turned the radio back on and switched the channel. Toa Aerix's voice crackled through. "This is your haven of peace in a tumultuous and changing world. . . ." * * * After a few days you hadn't answered any of my mitter calls and I figured you just needed to call off. After a week I hadn't heard anything and I couldn't wait any longer. Early in the morning I showed up on your doorstep in the knowledge district with a bouquet in my hands. I knew you didn't have anything to do on Sidordays, and I'd called off practice so I could spend the whole day with you. I hoped that would convince you to give me another chance. Your hutmate, Thren, opened the door. She seemed surprised to see me. Her eyes fell on the flowers and she took them with a sad smile. "Thank you," she said. "It's sweet of you." I cleared my throat. "Those--those are for Obitu." "Of course. I'll put them with the others." "Others?" "Sure." We looked at each other, confused and embarrassed. "Oh--please, come in," she said after a moment. She stepped out of the way to let me in. I was surprised to see boxes strewn throughout the hut, some of them open, filled with your things. Thren shuffled past and set my bouquet down in a pile of flowers on a table. It didn't make sense--I couldn't piece it together. "Could I--see her?" I asked. Thren seemed horrified. "Of course not!" I couldn't understand her behavior. "I--uh--why not? I mean, isn't she here?" Thren stared. I stared back. Suddenly her face cleared, and she gave me a pitying look. "You--don't know, do you?" My heartlight flashed faster. "Know what?" Her voice broke a little. "I'm sorry. I--I thought you would've known." She wrung her hands. "Obitu's dead, Karattru." We stared. * * * When I got home I dropped the box in my arms on the floor. It was the box with all the things I'd given or lent you, that you'd given Thren a few days after we broke up, and she'd given to me. I stepped into the room and flipped the lightswitch on, and flipped it off, on and off and on and off and I tried to rip the switch out of the socket but I couldn't get a firm grip. So I kicked the wall instead and fell down and cried. * * * You'd been found lying in an alleyway in the tech district. The official statement was that your death was Matoranslaughter, a mere mugging gone wrong. I couldn't buy that. You hated the tech district, and you never carried anything worth stealing, much less killing for. Why should you have been walking alone through such a dangerous part of the city? What would you have been doing there in the first place? It didn't make sense to me. That night I visited the spot. It was a dirty alley on a dirty street in a dirty corner of the district. It was one Karzahni of a place to die. What could've taken you there? A drifter was digging through a dumpster, sorting old parts into a bag slung around his shoulder. "Hey, buddy," I called. "Look, Mator'n, this ain't a crime," the Zesk grumbled, peeking out at me over the edge of the dumpster. "One being's trash 's another being's treasure, am'right?" "You know it," I said. "So if you have a little information to throw out, I have some old widgets I was about to toss, anyway." I took out a handful of coin and jangled it around in my palm. The Zesk looked at me with more attention. "Well . . . I mi'know a thing or two. Knowledge is the greates' treasure there is, I alw' say, and I open m'eyes for anythin' val'ble. You, eh . . . lookin' for somethin' in pa'tic'lar?" "You been here before? Say, in the evening, about a week ago?" "You talk'n about tha' Ce-Mator'n?" My heartlight skipped. "That's the one." I jangled the widgets. "You saw her?" He pointed a finger across the street. "I's divin' in the dumpster over there 'at night, doin' wha' 'tis I do, y'know, when I see'd this airship come down over here and drop ou' tha' bundle o' scrap an' take off. She did'n' move, I just figgered she was dead, y'know?" "Anything else? Any words on the ship? Any logos?" The Zesk scratched his head. "Well, I migh' remember som'n, but tha's a week ago, hard to remember prop'ly . . ." He looked at me expectantly. I filled his hands with copper widgets and flashed a silver in front of his face. The Zesk's face lit up. "The ship was 'n Orkahm. Wanna know the registration number?" * * * A bored Orkahm Transportation customer service agent promised to check the number and get back to me promptly. Four days passed and I got a call. Model #C12215 had been part of an order of ten airships purchased by Hafu Building Co. I lived in the sports district; the construction district was its only neighbor in the Stone Sector. I took a porter to Nuparu Station, next door to the Hafu Building Co. Main Office. The receptionist was able to give me a list of warehouses. There were four within the city's limits. I checked the technology district first on a hunch, but none of the airships docked there was the one I was looking for. I checked out the warehouse in the shipping district next but there was no sign of #C12215. That left the power district and the construction district. I tossed a widget and power won. The warehouse was in a quiet part of the neighborhood, surrounded by a few abandoned plants, and offices and warehouses that would be empty by night. Even the power district's famous lights were few and dim here. It was like walking through a graveyard. I flinched at shadows and looked around at every sound, but the closer I got to the warehouse the fewer souls I saw, until I didn't see any at all. Unless there was a lead waiting for me, I was the only life within miles. When I got to the warehouse I found a Hau fence closing off the docks, from the air and ground both. But it would take more than that to keep me out. I'd known a forger once who worked with Zemya Depot and he'd told me the closely-guarded secrets to their Hau fences. They had a failsafe: remove the Hau inside the central post, which was always numbered 4-CR. Knowing that, it was a simple matter of locating the central post in the fence, hacking the lock, removing the Hau, and putting it back once I was safe on the other side. The elevators were shut off, as I'd expected, and I had to scale the framework to get to the airdock. But it paid off. There were five airships docked at this warehouse. The first three had the wrong registration numbers. The fourth was #C12215. It was unlocked but empty. I didn't know what I could've expected to find in the airship, anyway. If there were any secrets to find here--they would be in the warehouse. * * * Here there is no crime. This was no warehouse for a building firm. All I saw was a torture chamber. From my hiding-place in the ventilation shaft I looked through the grate into a room full of machines and gears and racks everywhere, scattered masks, some of them broken, and on a distant table, metallic parts I couldn't quite make out and wasn't sure I wanted to. And there was something else in that room. You, Obitu. You and a Bone Hunter and an Agori and an Onu-Matoran. You were watching them strap a De-Matoran to a table. One of the Agori turned to you and said, "First time in the Chamber, Disse?" You nodded. Why did they called you Disse? You weren't Disse. I tried to convince myself that she wasn't you, that she was Disse, but she was you and I knew it. "Watch closely. I think you will be impressed by the things we do here." The others were busy poking wires into the De-Matoran on the table. Then the Onu-Matoran threw a lever and turned a dial and a machine began to fizzle. The De-Matoran began to scream. I looked away and covered my ears until the screams died out. The machine stopped fizzling. The De-Matoran wasn't moving. Your voice was flat. "What did he do?" The Agori beside you shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know." "You don't know?" "Probably got in our way, somehow. We just follow orders. We don't get all the information." I took a deep breath. I didn't know what was going on here, and I figured what I was about to do was pretty stupid, but you were there, and for all I knew you were next. It was time to put a stop to this. I counted backward from ten and gave myself my pre-game pep talk. "Nerves of iron," I whispered to myself. "Heart of protosteel. Roar like a Muaka. Run like a Kane-Ra. Fight like a Toa. It's like a game. Breathe in, breathe out. That's it. It's just another game." I slid the grate silenty out of the way and dropped like a sandbag, landing lightly on the cushioned soles of my Aybabtu boots. I ducked behind a pile of crates and peered through a crack. You and the Agori were still standing together, watching the others remove the De-Matoran's restraints and lay a variety of tools on the table. I put my hands on one of the upper crates and pulled myself upward. "This is what you do here?" you were saying. "Dispose of our--our--" "Liabilities?" the Agori suggested. "Inconveniences? Yes. Anyone we're delivered, even if we don't know who they are. We just deal with the bare facts. And the fact," he said, pointing at the unmoving body of the De-Matoran, "is that this Matoran is no longer a problem." "Here's another fact: You're sick." Everyone all jumped and turned toward me at the sound of my voice. I had already dropped silently right into the midst of the group. I dropped the Bone Hunter with a quick one-two punch. I dodged around a swinging Onu-Matoran with big fists and kicked him in the back of his knee, ripping off his mask as he fell over. Next to me your Agori friend leveled a Kanoka-gun at my head. I grabbed his hand and twisted it to the side. The gun fired into the air and he screamed and let go. I put the Agori to sleep with the butt of the weapon and holstered it. Your eyes looked like they would overheat and explode. "Karattru--how are you here?" "Why aren't you dead?" I retorted. "What the Karzahni are you doing here?" you said. "You're going to ruin everything! Shut up," you added before I could speak. "You shouldn't be here. Do you have any idea what you're up against? Come on. You have to get out." "Why aren't you dead?" I repeated. "I thought you were dead! Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Do you know what I've gone through to find out what happened to you? Is this some kind of sick joke?" You scowled. "There's no time for this! We need to get you out of here!" You nearly yanked my arm out of its socket as you tried to drag me away, but I wouldn't budge. I grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward me until your Kanohi was close to mine. "Why did you really dump me?" I said. "I want the truth." "To protect you." You leaned forward and touched my mask with yours. "I should've known you'd be a Spikit-brain and come looking for me." Your voice was soft with affectionate sarcasm, but it became sharp. "You saw what they did to that De-Matoran, didn't you? You have to get out of here, now! Come with me!" You gripped my wrist tight and this time I let you lead me out of the chamber, through a door, down a long hall. She ran to every corner and peered cautiously around to make sure it was clear and then ran on again. We rounded a corner and I trembled in terror at the sight of a massive figure towering over me. I raised my gun and realized an instant later that Toa Nilam was staring down the muzzle. I went limp with relief. You squeaked beside me. Nilam looked calmly down at us with his hands folded behind his back and a slightly amused expression on his Arthron. His voice was metallic and hollow as he murmured, "Please, don't shoot." I lowered the weapon. "Toa Nilam, thank the Great Beings!" "Come," Nilam said. "Let's get you out of here." But when I turned to you your eyes were wide with fear. "No," you gasped hoarsely, then louder, "No!" You turned and ran back the way we had come. I was shocked into immobility and stupidity. Nilam gazed after you with dull, steady eyes. He took out a mitter and glanced at it, pressed a button, and shook his head. "Find your friend before she gets herself killed. I'll clear a way out." He had hardly spoken the first syllable before I was off down the hall and around the corner. You disappeared into a doorway near the end of the corridor. I ran, heartlight flickering, shouting your name again and again. I wonder if you heard me? I barreled into the room and nearly tripped over you. The first thing I saw was your unlit eyes and the scorch mark on your chest and the smoking Kanoka-gun in the hands of the Ta-Matoran standing over you. The second thing I saw was the Kanoka-gun in my own hands and the hole I put in the Ta-Matoran's Kanohi. My head was throbbing and a black haze was closing around the edges of my vision as if I were in a dream. There was an Agori in one corner of the room, fumbling with a key at a locked door. I shouted and aimed my Kanoka-gun at him and he paused. I opened my mouth but couldn't form words. I tried again. "Why did you kill her?" I said. "I-I didn't--" "Why did you kill her?" I shouted. "Orders! Just--orders! I don't know why--" "Whose orders?" The Agori looked at me and looked over my shoulder. Before I could react to stop him he unholstered a Kanoka-gun and shot himself. I didn't understand any of it. Nothing made sense. I fell to my knees, dropped my weapon, clutched at my head, but it still didn't make sense. What were you doing here? Who faked your death and why? And why--why did they kill you? My head refused to work, like I was asleep and couldn't wake up. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw your lifeless body awkwardly cradled in one of Nilam's arms. You. Dead. Toa Nilam. None of it made sense. In here the Toa are your protectors. "Come on, Fe-Matoran. Let's get you somewhere safe." Here you need not live in fear! I looked up into Toa Nilam's cold eyes. Without being quite sure what I was doing I pushed his hand away and threw the Kanoka-gun at his Kanohi and dove out a window into the dark, empty night. This is your city of dreams! END * * * * * Unless you've skipped here to the end (in which case I refer you to the beginning of the story where you belong), you have just finished the first in a new series of short stories collectively entitled "The Tales of Matero," a series I am co-writing with two of the most horrible people on BZP (AKA two decent buds who can actually write kinda goodly). The purpose of these short stories is to usher in an epic we are currently working on getting written. Keep reading for another paragraph and I'll tell you a little bit about it. Almost there. Just a little further. The story is set some 100,000 years after the Fall, that is, the F.A.L.L., the "Foiling of the Antagonist via Lame Lunar-rock" (love you anyway, Greg). Mata-Nui has been gone for millennia, and even the Great Beings are gone, and the world has changed. In the city of Matero (Mat[a] + [At]ero, not to be confused with that beloved guy who died) a new hero will rise, and some stuff will happen, and people will do things, and there will be some ties to earth-shaking attempts at world conquest, and some memorable characters will make appearances and there will be drama and feels and lots of exciting literary devices and suchlike to engage your interest. So if you like stories and epics and drama and emotions and characters and awesomeness and all things BIONICLE, you may or may not enjoy our epic (we'll let you be the judge of that). And you may or may not want to keep an eye out for it (you can judge that, too), which may or may not be coming soon (unfortunately we reserve the right to be judges of that). tl;dr - You just read a 3,000 word short story, and you can't read two paragraphs? srsly? ~Trivia~ Saturday is named for the Roman god of agriculture, Saturn. Sidorday just sounds good, because the resemblance stops at the assonance. I chose the Orkahm airship's registration number, #C12215, because L is the twelfth letter of the alphabet, U is the twenty-first, E is the fifth, that spells CLUE, and I'm just that creative. Vale
  6. Sida sighed. Today was the first day of her new training. She’d been relocated to Matero, a decision that was out of her hands. She wasn’t thrilled about being the rookie. It was never a role that suited her, and quite frankly she wanted to get training day over with. Having moved to a new city wasn’t helping. Sida had never lived in an industrial part of the world before. Everything was changing around her; everything was new. Familiarity was something thrown to the wind now, and the art of second-guessing and relearning was bound to follow. Another sigh escaped Sida’s lips. She had been sitting in a blank room for what felt like hours. Her left arm was pulled across her chest while she strummed her fingers on the table in front of her with her right hand. Her eyes were preoccupied with her left. There wasn’t anything terribly interesting about a blank wall, but then again she wasn’t hoping for anything interesting. Being alone with her thoughts normally suited her fine, however today Sida wanted time to pass. That was the only thing that made five minutes feel like a year. Finally the door Sida had been facing opened. “So, you’re our new transfer. Sida, right? The Toa of the green?” The voice was slightly coy. Sida turned her head away from the wall and met two newcomers. Both were tall figures clad in armor. The one that had spoken was no doubt in front; a Toa in orange and white with a cool smile on his face. Behind him stood a figure in blue and gold. She was smiling. “Welcome to HQ. It’s nice to finally meet our new brother. My name is Miln.” This time the Toa in back had spoken. “My name’s Tanu. I apologize for being blunt.” Tanu’s voice wasn’t any less smooth despite his apologetic speech. “Hrmph. Charmed.” Sida refused to move from her seat. “Wait… You’re female?” Tanu had hardly finished speaking when he was knocked off balance. Sida had, in one motion, stood and unleashed several vines which wrapped around Tanu’s torso with a firm grasp, knocking the table over in the process. Miln had tightened her stance in response, ready for battle. “Got a problem with that?” Sida’s voice was a low growl. “Heh. You’re pretty fast. We could use more Toa like you.” Tanu slowly placed a hand on Sida’s vine and they vaporized in what appeared to be liquid fire. “You’ll forgive our curiosity, Sida.” Miln had stepped between the two. “We will not demand an explanation should you not wish to provide one.” “Good.” Sida retracted her vines and loosened her stance. She was still standing boldly with her arms crossed. Miln and Tanu shared a look for a brief moment before one of them spoke. “Well, Sida, barring any further arguments, we should get you started. We could use all the help we can get with our latest case. I’ll meet you two there.” Tanu casually walked through the door and turned to the left before vanishing from Sida’s vision. “Sida, a moment, please?” Miln waved her hand and the table Sida had knocked over placed itself back up right. Two chairs moved to opposite ends of table, and Miln gestured for Sida to sit. Reluctantly, Sida took a seat and Miln sat across from her. “Pardon my asking this, but are you having any problems with being relocated here?” “So what if I am?” Sida stared, her eyes unrelenting, into Miln’s Hau. “Sida, while you’re here, we need you focused. Underlying emotions can be dangerous if unchecked, especially in our line of work. I understand we just met, but if you have any problems please feel free to talk to me.” “Why wouldn’t you just read my mind? It would save us these unnecessary questions.” Sida’s glare didn’t waver. Miln, however, seemed to shrug it off by shaking her head. “I assure you, I only tap into the consciousness of others in a state of crisis. Abuse of such a power is unethical.” “And when I had Tanu, that wasn’t a state of crisis?” “No.” Miln’s voice was bold, and her face solemn. “If you wanted to harm our organization, you chose an inopportune time. Your demeanor showed signs of clear aggravation, likely at what Tanu had said. While you did assault him, you merely bound him and left no physical damage. At best that’s a petty disagreement between Toa.” “… I see.” “If you’re interested, I could help you with your emotional state.” “How so?” “I can use psionic energy to tap into your emotional state, with your consent, of course. It won’t alter your thoughts or memories, but it will basically help you feel relaxed.” “I’m not following.” “Alright then,” Miln reached behind her and produced two golden discs around half the size of her hand. She proceeded to twirl one of them in her right hand. It spun around smoothly, forming the illusion of a sphere. “Imagine this is a balanced emotional state. This, however," Miln said, the second disk sputtering around wildly in her left hand, "is an emotionally unbalanced state. Sometimes we get angry or sad or what-have-you, and our emotions sometimes cause our actions to be biased. What I can do is alter this emotional state to an equilibrium to help remove bias caused by lingering emotion.” The disk in Miln’s right hand began slowly spiraling around the one on her left. Slowly but surely it wobbled less spastically and eventually matched the smooth rotation of its twin. It was like watching a dance. “Interesting. I’m afraid I’ll pass.” Sida never broke eye contact with Miln. “… Very well, it’s your decision.” Miln stopped the disks and put them away. “We should meet Tanu. He should be waiting for us at the morgue.” Miln stood and pushed her chair in. “A murder?” Sida followed her lead. “… We’re not sure.” Sida and Miln walked out of the room. A few turns, a walk up a staircase and two halls later, they reached the morgue. Miln hadn’t briefed her on the case so much as point out the facilities as they were passed. A lab for examining evidence, a sparring room for testing weapons and hand-to-hand combat, a robotics lab for creating and repairing robotic law enforcement, etc. Sida reflected on the last one. She’d heard stories about creatures named Vahki from the big city. As she recalled, that story didn’t end well. She asked, briefly, but was assured that they were “more state-of-the-art,” and that “measures were being taken to ensure they won’t be corrupted.” “There they are; my two favorite co-workers!” Tanu seemed to perk up as they entered the room. He was talking with a creature that was tall and lean. Its legs and arms were long, but its torso seemed more compact. Sida hadn’t met anyone quite like this before, however it was clear to her that the creature was completely mechanical. “It’s a bit early to act like old friends.” Sida sneered. “It’s also a bit early to act like bitter rivals.” Tanu chimed. “Sida,” Miln interjected, “this is one of our robotic officers. Here at HQ we have twenty two units total. Each is connected to one central computer system. Basically, they have access to information on any case in our records. They can even access information instantly on units currently on patrol; their position, status, and the current state of certain areas of this sector in the city.” Sida looked at the robot in front of her. It stared back, as if awaiting orders. “Only this sector?” “They’re prototypes.” Tanu wrapped his arm around the robot’s shoulders. “A Toa engineer came up with their design, and so far they’ve proven very effective. I’ve named this one Che.” “They are very easy to interact with. Why don’t you try it out? Ask about case 8-5-3-5.” Miln gestured towards Che. “… Che…” Sida glared at Tanu briefly. “Please tell me about case 8-5-3-5.” “Accessing case 8-5-3-5… Complete. What would you like to know?” The mechanical Che did not express much emotion in its speaking. Its voice was low. “Erm…” Sida wasn’t sure how to continue. “Che, please provide an overview of the case.” Tanu demonstrated. His voice seemed to tighten while he gave the command. “Overview: Two days ago a body was discovered in Southern Matero. The deceased is an Agori of unknown element. No visible injuries were found on the body; however a strange mask is covering the head completely. The cause of death is uncertain; however it is thought to be asphyxiation. There is no record of any witnesses to the death of the deceased. The body was discovered abandoned in an alley by Patrol Unit 019.” Everything was stated plainly. “The victim is here. We’ve taken to calling him Urnu.” Miln pulled on a bar sticking out of the wall, and revealed a bed with a body covered in a white sheet. Tanu pulled the sheet back down to the body’s mid-torso. Sida looked at the mask. She had never seen anything quite like it before. It was green and ugly, with large fangs sticking upwards from its mouth and a glare set in stone. Sure enough, the mask surrounded the head completely, and there were no visible signs that it could be removed. “Our friends in the lab have tried many techniques to remove this thing.” Tanu’s voice was low. “Nothing has worked so far.” “The lab sent us the mask in hopes that we might be able to find something they overlooked.” Miln stepped in front of Tanu and gestured for the two of them to step back. “I’m going to try to see if I can find something within the mask’s interior.” She closed her eyes and concentrated. A few moments passed when Miln let out a gasp and stumbled to the floor. “What’s wrong?” Sida managed to catch Miln before she hit the floor. “Miln? Miln, are you alright?” As if responding to Tanu’s words, Miln opened her eyes and shook her head quickly as she woke. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what happened.” It was around this time that all three Toa looked up to the bed. Urnu was sitting up. A piercing scream filled the room, and Urnu jumped and ran for the door. Che was the first to give pursuit, running forward with impressive speed. Sida pushed Miln towards Tanu, who instinctively supported her and helped her stand. Sida ran after the two, not far behind. Che caught up to him and attempted to grab hold when Urnu turned and nimbly slipped passed his reach. Sida slid under Che, jumped back to her feet and continued her pursuit. The Agori was ten feet away, and the distance between them shortened. Sida saw how it moved; ducking and weaving around more oncoming robots, probably reacting to what Che had seen in the morgue. Sida quickly gave chase, ducking and weaving like the Agori. It was just like passing through the jungle back home. The chase continued for some time, until eventually her target made it outside HQ. Finally Sida had a clear shot. Five vines surrounded the Agori’s body and wrapped around tight. It was then that the vines dropped to the ground and Sida let out a scream. She stumbled forward, but managed to prevent herself from falling. Frustrated, she tried creating sturdy tree branches to entrap the masked fiend. The branches only managed to grow around a foot off the ground before their growth was halted. The last thing Sida recalled was a shrill screech before she lost consciousness. *** Sida woke in aggravation. “Well, look who finally came to.” Tanu was not helping. He was sitting a chair to the left of the bed she was in. He appeared to be fiddling with a glowing slab of stone. There wasn’t anyone else in the room, though there appeared to be six beds total. “What happened to the Agori?” Sida’s voice was groggy as she slowly sat up. “… Dead.” Sida’s mind froze for a moment. Dubiously, she turned to look at Tanu, who proceeded to stand and walk up to her side. “Here, you should see for yourself.” Tanu placed the flat, rectangular slab in front of Sida. It was displaying a video of her pursuit from earlier. Eventually at one point, she fell to the floor. The events following that were perplexing. The mask on Urnu opened and seemed to regress to the size of a normal kanohi. The mask fell to the ground and the Agori with it. Both lay unmoving as half a dozen robots moved in and surrounded the area. Tanu stopped the video. “What we appear to be dealing with,” Tanu explained, “is a strange case. We don’t know exactly what that mask is or where it came from. Our lab currently has it in custody, trying further experiments to find out what exactly it is and how it works. Between what happened with you and Miln, the popular theory is that it fed off of elemental energy. Of course that’s just a guess at this point.” “…Why did I faint?” “… We’re guessing that thing set loose some sort of signal. Our robotic officers’ recordings managed to pick up some strange background noise right as you fell to the ground. It didn’t do much to our metal friends, but it sure took its toll on the three of us.” “You mean you and Miln?” “We’re both fine. We were still inside the building when it happened, so we were only out for around ten minutes. In your case, the effects lasted around an hour.” Tanu and Sida appeared to be staring at the same wall. “I should be thanking you. You were fast enough to catch that thing before it reached the rest of the city.” Sida got out of the bed and started heading for the door. “Thank me some other time. This is far from over.” Sida sighed. Life in the city of Matero was already proving far more tedious than she had anticipated. --------------------------- This short story is a part of a collaboration I'm in with a couple of dweebs. These series of short stories we are currently releasing are a warm-up for our upcoming epic, Volition. These short stories are done independently and are to be considered "semi-canon" for our epic. ~Trivia~ The name Urnu is a shortened form of Ur-nohi. BZP member Tolkien has been working on the Matoran language and after I asked, he posed the words "Ur-nohi" or "Urnu" to mean "faceless" Sida's name is pronounced [see-dah] however Miln and Tanu have been mispronouncing it as [side-ah]. Sida feels correcting them would be a waste of time and finds such matters trivial. I chose the number 8535 for the case file because it is Toa Lewa Mata's set number. Sida's character started from a simple MOC I did.
  7. So I got Rocka earlier today and built him before I even left the car. I disassembled him and combined him w/ some other Heroes to make this.Click!SideBackCannon ArmStand DownRaisedOpenHead-OnDroneFlight TopFlight BottomLand FrontMugshotClick again!So then I got to thinking that I wanted to make more of these, you know, mixing Breakout with 2.0/3.0. But then I realized that it would be really hard, because I have only 5 HF sets. And my budget isn't that great. So I thought, "how about I let the people @ bzpower have a go at it?" And I that's how I came up with the idea of HFDS. A short little blurb:"Black Phantom and Speeda Demon have been locked up, but that's not the end of the escaped villains. A group of villians have stowed away on a starship, and escaped to the planet of Baltron. Alpha Team is out to stop them, equipped with new armor and weapons. The villains they are chasing have a head start, and a few of them are old friends of Alpha Team..."And Rocka's blurb:"To prepare for the mission to Baltron, Rocka recieved upgraded equipment, including triple spear rockets, a transforming drone with electric blades, and his Collector Cannon, which draws in any energy nearby- light, heat, you name it- and uses it to power up the energy fired from it. But will his new weapons and his always excellent aim be enough to stop the evil Crucible from bringing down the Red Star space station and killing the civilians of Baltron?"So yeah. If you want to make a hero/villain, just PM me so I can add you to the list, then go ahead and make a separate topic. If you have any suggestions for villains, post here and I'll most likely add it to the list.When you post one, have the topic title be the same is this one (with the correct name, of course), and put 'HFDS' in the tags.Heros- CreatorRocka- MeFurno-Stormer-Bulk-Stringer-Nex-Evo-Surge-Breez-??? XLVillains- CreatorCrucible-??????????????????????????????This is a bit of an experiment to see how well this kind of thing works. If it is successful, I have a rough storyline to go with it.I'm really looking forward to what you guys come up with!Any suggestions and criticism, whether for Rocka or the project, is always appreciated.Edit: Large images linked! Please keep posted images in BBC to 640x640 pixels and 100 kB.-Wind-
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