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(Guuuh. I've been wanting to do an epic for awhile, but I'm currently not in the place where I could reliably update it if I did start one up, so have a "prologue" or sorts to the epic, that's somewhat vague because I haven't really worked out the details of said epic at all. Enjoy my first short story...hopefully. Also, if you're aware of what a Furmanism is, you'll appreciate this story's title) A NEW LEASE ON LIFE In a dark cell, in the lower decks of an impressively large starship, sat a Toa of Fire. He had his legs pulled up to his chest, and his head lowered, as he sat in a corner wishing he had never been activated. His maroon and black armor was battered and worn, with cracks and gashes all throughout, revealing flesh and what appeared to be wires. He wore a Huna--a noble variant, as in his line of work mask powers were not allowed--half of which had been blown off an energy weapon, leaving the right side of his face badly burnt. He had been a part of a botched arrest on a Dark Hunter, which ended in his partners dead, and half a city destroyed. In the aftermath, he went AWOL, attempting to find the Dark Hunter in a fruitless search that ended with him being arrested himself. Now, he was awaiting trial, and after the things he had done while trying to find his target, he doubted he would be getting off easy. The door to the cell slid open, and he turned to hide his face as light flooded in from outside. A figure stepped in. "Karvan?" No reply. "Datrox Karvan?" The Toa of Fire shifted slightly. "Come on, Datrox. You can't just sulk in a corner and hope all this goes away. Besides, I got new orders from Commander Kah. You're not going on trial." Datrox turned to the figure, his eyes wide. "What?" "You're not going on trial," the figure, a male Toa of Water, repeated, "something's come up. Something far more important." "What's come up and why is it so important? And why me?" Datrox asked, confused. The Toa of Water stepped out of the cell. "Come with me, I'll tell you. We've got a fresh set of armor and a Great Huna waiting for you out here." ***** "So I'll ask again," the now re-armored Datrox began as he and the Toa of Water walked down the busy halls of the ship, "why me?" The Toa of Water, who Datrox recognized as Admiral Vantos of the Ishtar fleet from Spherus Magna, was writing something on a tablet. "To be honest, you're one of our best officers," he said, "and we'd hate to lose you. But," he paused to open a door to a room that required a passcode to enter, "if a punishment is required, a punishment is required. You were on death row back there." He motioned for Datrox to enter the room before them first. The Toa of Fire obliged, albeit reluctantly. "Even with a trial," Vantos said, turning to shut--and lock--the door behind them, "there was no way you were going to make it out alive." "You know why I did what I did," Datrox said. "I do, they do not." Datrox turned his attention to the center of the room. A large ring, with a just as large staircase leading up to it, sat there, with all kinds of equipment hooked up to it. He recognized the device: a dimensional portal. Harnessing the same power an Olmak seems to draw from, it could take a being to anywhere in what the people of his universe now recognized as a full-fledged multiverse. But, the technology was still in its infancy--there was no telling what could happen once you made to the other side of the thing. If you miscalculated, you could end up in a pocket dimension with a Zivon breathing down your neck. "What in Mata Nui's name does this have to do with me?" Datrox asked, turning back to Vantos. "The Council talked," the Toa of Water began, "like I said, we'd hate to lose you, so instead of sentencing you to death, they're giving you a second chance. A Dark Hunter got a hold of an Olmak. Stole it from the Hall of Memories in New Atero. From what we can find it put him in a dimension where a great event--a cataclysm, if you will--is about to happen inside the Mata Nui robot. One that will alter its path and create a future far different from our own." "We already know of a world where a cataclysm occured. A rogue Makuta caused it." "Not this one. This one is--or, will, as we have surmised--be caused by the Dark Hunter." Vantos walked up to a computer connected to the portal and began typing something in on a keyboard. A whirr from the ring followed, and the inner part of it began to glow a purplish color. "So," he said, pressing a large button at the bottom of the keyboard, "we're sending you and two other officers to stop him and bring him and that Olmak back here." Datrox looked at the now-activated portal, and then to Vantos. "You could've told me this before the elevator ride up here." ***** Soon, Datrox was armed with what Vantos called an "obsidian blade" (which he claimed was a weapon normally only given to far higher-ranking Toa of Fire) and a energy pistol. The portal was now fully powered, and the purplish glow was filling the whole of the ring. "Where are the others?" Datrox, looking to Vantos, said, or rather almost shouted as the whirring noise from before had now escalated to a roar. "What?" the Toa of Water asked, looking up from a nearby terminal that another Toa, whose fully gray armor made his element not immediately identifiable, was currently working with. "The others," Datrox said, "that you said would come with me." "Already in the other dimension." "How will I distinguish them from the other mechs over there?" "You'll know." With this, Datrox sighed and turned back to the portal. With slight hesitation, he jumped into it. He wasn't entirely looking forward to what would be on the other side, but it certainly beat dying. Besides, it wasn't just another job. It was a new lease on life.
