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  1. Edelgard

    OBLIVION: Review

    For forty years, Spherus-Magna has lived in relative peace following an event known as the 'Reformation'. However, darkness always rises - and four Matoran find themselves hired to stop its shadow from spreading across the planet forevermore. Gathered together by a Mad Great Being, they find themselves in a deadly race to find the Mask of Life... all the while hunting down a mysterious and deadly foe before they succeed in their dark plan to end the newly reformed world. CHAPTERS "THE MAD GREAT BEING" "MEET THE TEAM" "KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE..." "AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER" "SHARE YOUR STORY" (From the Files of a Stranger) "IT'S ALL A GAME" "SPINE EATER" "BY THE FIRESIDE" MEET THE TEAM ARAINA - "The Mad Great Being" BRONZE - "The Living Mask" SIRIEN - "The Snarker" SMOKE MONSTER - "The Mask Maker" MARAKO - "The Mayor" SVENTOLA - "The Agori" OTHER CHARACTERS - Voltex - Xaeraz - RG - Dina - The Artisan - Makua - Kuan - Dallior - Dai - Phrase - - VELIKA - - Iaredios Paerkenon - Driken - Lord of Ice Picks - Pilgrim Shadow - Jalicax - Aerixx - Maltik - - Shadow Ignited - Well, everything appears to be in order! What do you think so far? My apologies about the lack of, well, really anybody except for Araina and Voltex in the prologue; the latter plays next to no role later in the story, but his freeing of the so-called "Mad Great Being" is what ultimately sets the events of this story in motion. Chapter 1 will release on January 16th.
  2. A BZPOWER STORY PROLOGUE: “THE MAD GREAT BEING” ---Sixteen Years Ago--- ---24 AR [After Reformation]--- He crept through the trees, keeping a wary eye on the slowly setting sun as it drifted down the sky. It would not do to be caught in the dark of night without shelter; he could already feel the creatures of the night beginning to stir; they would soon wake up. In the fading light, he could make out an ancient building, crumbling and covered with vines. A quick mental signal enhanced his visual perception, clearing the image and brightening it so that he could make out more of what was clearly some sort of ancient fortress. The sandy-brown stones were out of place amongst the layered greens of the jungle, and would have been better suited in a desert. As he approached the fortress, he was able to make out ancient carvings, from a dialect so old even his translator systems could not determine their origins. This fortress was from a time long since past. As he came close enough to reach out and touch the building, he stopped, turned, and then began to walk around it, circling it once to examine all four of the massive walls. Even in his decrepit state, the various systems in his body allowed him to accomplish the task within a few short minutes; a task that would have taken most others hours. Nonetheless, by the time he was finished, the sun was almost gone, and like clockwork, the jungle behind him was coming to life. His only shelter for the night would be inside the fortress itself. Returning to the side of the fortress where he had discovered what once was an ornate entrance, he confidently stepped inside, somewhat surprised to find the halls within lit by torches. He had not seen any evidence of anyone other than himself being outside, and yet the torches, if his scanners were to be trusted, had been blazing for less than an hour. This information did not trouble him; he had dealt with far more dangerous - far more sinister - things than this. It would take more than mysterious torches to bother him. So he continued on, working his way through the labyrinth-like halls towards the center of the fortress, where he felt a strange compulsion to be, as though someone were calling him. He would have considered that strange, except that whoever was summoning him had made second-guessing the decision impossible. When he found himself entering a room with a solitary jail cell and a massive stone slab slid into place, blocking the way he had come - and inconveniently, the only exit - he did indeed find it strange. Despite this, it was not half as strange as the being sitting cross-legged upon the floor of the cell. They were tall - taller even than him - with emerald green armor, and they wore an ornate helmet. Their head was bowed, and their eyes shut. He took a tentative step towards them, only to freeze in place when they raised a single hand, palm facing him. “...hello?” he asked. His voice was ragged from disuse, mechanical against his will. The being frowned, opening their eyes and tilting their head up to look at him. Then their eyes widened slightly and they nodded, as though he had somehow answered an unspoken question. “Interesting,” they murmured. Their voice was like a thousand lines of silk, all sliding across each other. “A Matoran, when I first created you. Now a robot, long past your time.” He frowned. “You… know who I am?” They nodded, but tilted their head to the side, re-examining him. “Curious… you are not him. So I did create you, but somewhere else. You are not from here. You’ve come a long way.” “Look,” he started, stepping forward, clenching his fists. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re gonna start answering some questions right now. Who are you? Why are you here? How do you know me?” The being was silent for a long moment before asking, “where is your staff?” The question threw him off and he involuntarily stepped back into his original position, his frown deepening as he realized that his staff was no longer in his hands. He twisted, intending to go look for it, but found himself rooted in place; his legs would no longer move. He wrestled with them for several seconds before giving up the task and turning back towards the mysterious being, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the sight of his staff hovering at their side. “Once, long ago, I helped to create you, or rather, another me did.” The being said, seeming to speak as much to themselves as they were to him. “You were a Matoran of Gravity; my first contribution to the Matoran race. I named you.” “I don’t go by that name anymore,” he snapped, scowling. “It’s meaningless to me - the name of a murderer, and so much worse.” The being laughed - a rich, intoxicating sound, addicting in its pure and unadulterated pleasure. “No, no, you are mistaken. You bear the name now, as you should; you have gone by it for many years now, although nowhere near as long as I would have preferred. You go by Voltex, yes? That is what I called you.” His scowl turned back into a frown and he shook his head, unable to understand. “I… I don’t….” “I touched the Mask of Life, and it cursed me,” the being told him, their eyes shining. “Everything I touch comes to life. Isn’t that interesting? But it was a curse, for I made a mistake, and oh, the other Great Beings, they never tolerated mistakes.” “You’re insane,” he decided. “You have to be.” “If assuming that will help you to keep your own insanity then certainly,” the being replied, their voice full of mirth. “The ‘Mad Great Being’ they called me, until they locked me in here and forgot about me forever. What a quaint little title. I admire it; perhaps I am insane. I would not know; you are the first I have spoken to in many millennia.” He wanted to move, wanted to leave. His head was beginning to spin. The Mad Great Being appeared to both know this and take immense pleasure in the knowledge. “I had rivals, you see. Enemies. Some of them thought me foolish, as though I were some little child. Thought that they could turn my own creations against me, modify them for their own purposes without my knowing…” here, their gaze locked with his own, and if his robotic body could have felt chills, Voltex would have shuddered. “They changed you. Tried to wipe away your programming and replace it with their own, with a portion of themselves, and very nearly succeeded, yes. But I am very clever, for here you are; for unknown to them, you were always still in there, simply waiting to be let back out. Their plans were their own undoing, for they played right into mine.” He shook his head. “I don’t understand where you’re going with this. What is this supposed to mean?” The Mad Great Being shrugged. “Alone out of the Great Beings, I have always had the gift and curse of foresight. I have foreseen it all, and here, in this universe, you are my salvation. For only a Great Being can tear down the bars of my cell and the walls of this fortress. Only at the hands of a Great Being can I become free… and you have a part of one locked away inside of you.” The Mad Great Being shook their head, studying him more closely. “No, that is not correct… ooh, he is clever indeed. You have… two? Really?” “Two of what?” Voltex asked, eyes narrowed. “White One.” He sighed. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” “Well, I am a Great Being,” they replied, their voice light and cheerful, “and besides, as you so succinctly put it, I am insane. Although if we’re both honest with ourselves - and I do believe we should be - you are as well. We both know you should be dead, not locked away inside a Maxilos unit! Gone and turned yourself into even more of an artificial intelligence than you were before!” “Before?” he asked, at this point completely lost. “Well, yes. You Matoran were all mostly mechanical. And besides, you can’t just make souls and personalities. You were just highly specialized AIs - and you, specifically, have managed to break your programming rather spectacularly. But then, if I had been called something as silly as ‘White One’, maybe I would to. Velika was always so awful with naming things…” the Mad Great Being trailed off, lost in their ramblings. Voltex had just opened his mouth to speak when they suddenly turned back to him. “How long has it been? Since the Reformation?” “...about twenty-four years,” he answered. “Interesting,” they murmured, looking away once again. He coughed. “You… said something about a Great Being inside of me?” They shrugged, waving the issue away. “Oh, yes, Velika. That nutter. Really, if any of the Great Beings deserved to be called ‘mad’, it’d be him, not me. He managed to override your coding by essentially inserting a small portion of his own soul into you. Made you stop being Voltex and start being him. And then when you broke through, came here and stopped the other you, and the other you found a way to transfer his thoughts into you as memories to preserve himself, because both of you are too clever for your own goods. Unfortunate, isn’t it darling? You’re a ticking time bomb.” “Thanks,” he muttered. “I’m really feeling your appreciation.” The near-blinding grin he received in response suggested that the Great Being seated in the cell with his staff had long since lost the ability to perceive sarcasm. “Thank you! I do appreciate you! That’s why I brought you here, of course. Because you’re you, and that means you’re lugging him around too. Or, you know, a part of him. It works!” “What works?!” he cried. “Why did you call me here?!” “To let me out, of course,” the Mad Great Being said, sounding confused. “Did I not explain it already? You have a bit of Velika inside of you. Just grab the bars, picture whichever version of those different White Ones inside of you that you want, and they’ll be deleted in exchange for freeing me!” “That sounds… overly complicated,” he muttered. The Mad Great Being shrugged cheerfully. “I don’t make the rules, dear.” Resisting the urge to groan, Voltex took a deep breath before slowly nodding. “Okay. So I grab the bars, lose some memories that were never mine to begin with, this whole place comes down, you get freed, and I get to walk away?” “Yep!” “Awesome. The answer is no.” “Great! Let’s just - wait, no?” “No.” The Mad Great Being frowned, seeming perplexed by his refusal. “No, you see, you have to say yes. Because I foresaw myself being freed. So… it’s happening. You can’t stop it.” Voltex shrugged, trying to ignore the gears that fell loose and clattered to a floor as a result of the action. “I think I can. Even if you won’t let me move, I’ll just stay here as long as it takes. I can induce a permanent sleep-state in myself, you know. One of the perks of this body, despite its state. Maybe somebody else will come along and free you, but it won’t be me.” “I specifically saw you freeing me. Robot body and everything,” the Mad Great Being replied, sounding frustrated before beginning to mutter to themselves. “Hmmph. What did I do wrong? Did I miss something? What if… no, no, that wouldn’t work. But then… no. Maybe…? Oh! Yes! I will give you a reward!” “A reward,” Voltex replied. “Yes!” the Mad Great Being exclaimed, holding out for what appeared to be some sort of data stick. “Free me and you get this! A map to all of the other Great Beings still on Spherus-Magna!” “Why would I want that?” he asked. “Because I know one, he was always friendlier than the rest,” the being said, sounding excited. “Never wanted me locked up, liked you all a lot. His name was Angonce. He can fit you with a fancy new upgraded body and everything! Better than that piece of junk you’re stuck inside right now, at least.” “I-” “Come on, we both know you can’t refuse it! You were practically programmed to survive before you became a robot! Now it’s like… you just have to! Right? You can’t refuse something that’ll help you survive!” “...you seem to know a lot more about me than I know about myself,” Voltex replied, more wary than before. The Mad Great Being tapped their head. “Foresight, remember? You’ll discover it for yourself and share the information someday. And then you’ll die.” “And then I’ll - wait, what? Why would you tell me that?!” “Because you deserve to know!” the Mad Great Being responded, still annoyingly cheerful. “So, are you going to bust me out of here or what? Quickly, too. It’s almost nap time!” “Nap… what? I don’t even… I don’t even understand.” “You don’t need to! Just break the bars! Forget one of those White One fellows and break me out, darling.” He shook his head. “I still don’t trust you.” “Oh, you don’t need to trust me; you just need to free me! Come on now, dear Tex. I might as well be your mother, of a sort. Would you really leave your own mother to rot inside of a jail cell for all of eternity?” “...I don’t even know what a mother is,” he muttered, shaking his head before snapping, “and don’t call me Tex! What a stupid nickname! My real name isn’t that long.” “Oh please, you know you love it,” the Mad Great Being replied, waving their hand dismissively. “As for what a mother is, well, I can give you the answer to that along with the map to the other Great Beings! How does that sound, Tex?” “Stop calling me Tex and you have a deal,” Voltex replied, scowling. “You have got to be the single most irritating person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting.” The Mad Great Being clapped their hands together, giggling gleefully. “Excellent! Very well then, darling Voltex! Grab the bars, and shatter them with your robotic might! Forget one of those ugly White Ones inside of your head! Free me!” With a great deal of reluctance, Voltex did just that. The dilapidated Maxilos unit he was inhabiting sputtered and sparked, his footsteps clanking upon the stone floor as he approached the jail cell and grabbed onto the bars, forcing down the feeling of trepidation that he felt. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the memories that did not belong to him - and just as quickly as he had pictured them they began to vanish, as the bars to the cell shimmered out of existence until he was clutching thin air. He opened his eyes, barely managing to keep his balance as he nearly toppled over. The Mad Great Being chuckled, pressing his staff back into his hands as he stared at them, dumbfounded. “Here you are, darling,” they said, handing him the data stick. “A map to the Great Beings, starting with Angonce, as well as a dictionary and a few other miscellaneous pieces of information. Should it ever be necessary, I do hope that they will help you to integrate with the cultures of the locals with more success than the rest of the Matoran are having.” “I… okay,” he muttered, his gaze falling to the stick in his hand. “Um… cool. So now what?” “You need to get going into the jungle, I expect,” the Great Being responded, patting him on the shoulder lightly. “It’s almost nap time for you, darling. You’ll understand what I mean when the time comes! As for me… I do believe I shall travel the world!” They laughed at the confused expression on the face of the Maxilos unit as she walked away. Upon reaching the now-open exit, they briefly turned back to face him. “Good luck Tex, darling,” they said, giving him a small smile. “Do try to take care of yourself.” Speechless, Voltex was only able to nod; it was only after the Mad Great Being had vanished that he realized they had continued to call him ‘Tex’, causing him to curse with frustration. ---Present Day--- ---40 AR [After Reformation]--- The tall, lithe being shifted her weight from one foot to the other, pulling the hood of her dirty brown cloak up so that it hid the ornate helmet that she wore; what little of her emerald green armor could be seen gleamed in the sunlight. She rested one black gloved hand upon the pommel of her sword, the other shielding her eyes from the sun as she took in the sight of the city before her. Sixteen years of wandering had led her back to civilization at last. At her side, a small bronze Matoran of Fire was jittery, hopping from one foot to the other, the Kanohi Kakama on his face practically vibrating with excitement. “New Atero,” he whispered, his excitement flowing out of his mouth alongside his voice. “Is this really it, Lady Araina?” The gloved hand that had been shielding her eyes was lowered to rest upon the excitable Ta-Matoran’s head, gently freezing him in place; she laughed lightly when he glanced up at her, his expression worried; at the sound, his face shifted back into its excited expression. “Yes it is, my dear Bronze,” she replied. “This is where we shall find the rest of our team.” TO BE CONTINUED! In CHAPTER ONE, we will officially meet the rest of the team - as well as getting some interesting backstory for Bronze! And perhaps a few other appearances as well? REVIEW TOPIC
  3. A tall, thin Toa of Water with jagged armor pitted and scarred from a thousand battles walked through the stark white halls, her feet clicking upon the floor with every step that she took. Every so often she would pass by gaps - entrances blocked by shimmering barriers of otherwise invisible energy impervious to harm. There were no signs, no directions; anyone who was supposed to be there knew how to get where they needed to be, and those that did not belong (on the rare occasion that it occurred) would be quickly dealt with. She did not slow her pace as the hallway narrowed and various scanners extended from the walls and the ceiling. They scanned over her mind, her mask, her eyes, her weapons, her posture, everything. Double, triple, quadruple checking every single little piece of her, verifying her identity. At the far end of the hallway, the only doorway inside the narrow section flashed green before the field blocking access to it vanished; behind her, a new field shimmered into place, blocking anyone else from following (not that any would have dared to do so). “Give me a status update,” she ordered, striding into the room. “No… you give one to me.” The Toa of Water paused, her head turning to the side as her gaze narrowed on the Matoran of Shadow who had spoken. The bonds that had been holding him to the operating table (one of many present in the room, most of them filled) were gone, torn to shreds. Both of the operatives that she had assigned to look over the bodies were slumped against each other on the floor, blood oozing out of their necks. “You play a dangerous game, Shadowhawk, and you play it callously,” she warned, stepping closer. “I do not take the deaths of my operatives likely.” “Yeah?” the Shadow Matoran responded, his voice a guttural snarl. “Well I don’t take kindly to being some idiot Toa’s lab experiment. So we’re even. Who the Karz are you?” “Do you truly wish to know?” she asked, her head tilting to the side as she stared at the Matoran. “For if I tell you… you shall be sworn to secrecy, or else killed.” Shadowhawk barked out a harsh laugh. “You can try, lady. Nobody seems to be having much luck.” “I have my methods.” He shrugged, tapping the blade of a knife strapped to his thigh - it shifted, glinting in the light. Her eyes hardened into a glare. “I am Helryx, the oldest Toa in the universe,” she said. “I lead an organization - the Order of Mata-Nui. We operate deep within the shadows - so deeply that none outside of our organization except White One have learned of our true nature.” “True nature? What a bunch of baloney,” Shadowhawk muttered. “You’re just like Control - thinking you’re oh-so-special with all of your fancy gadgets.” In the blink of an eye, Helryx lunged forward; she easily disarmed the Shadow Matoran, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him up against the wall. He struggled in her grip for a second before relaxing - whether due to resignation or some other sinister plan, the Toa could not tell (not that it mattered). “Let me make one thing clear, Matoran,” she whispered, her voice cold and as sharp as a blade’s edge. “We are far more dangerous than Control. They were weak, sloppy, and short-minded.” “Oh yeah?” Shadowhawk croaked. “Well they seemed to know… what was going on… in Metru-Nui. But… you don’t.” “We know enough,” she said. Helryx tossed the Shadow Matoran aside; he bounced across the floor before slamming into the wall and sliding back down. He remained in that position as he spoke again, sounding both exhausted and furious. “What do you want from me?” “A service,” she said, turning to face him. “No,” he spat. “Kill me now, Toa, before I do it myself - I’m done doing jobs. Everything I had… everything I built… I’ve lost it all. Those Matoran…” He trailed off, raising a shaking hand and pointing at the corpse of a Ta-Matoran sprawled across the operating table nearest to him - JiMing. There was undisguised hatred in the Shadow Matoran’s eyes. “...they took everything from me. And it didn’t matter what I did, or who I turned to, they always. WON!” He slammed his fist into the floor for emphasis; a loud crack was heard as both his wrist and the floor fractured from the impact, but Shadowhawk ignored it as he shoved himself to his feet, fury blazing in his eyes as he stalked over to stand beside JiMing, staring at Helryx. “You are angry,” she said, speaking calmly. “I am merely suggesting that you focus it.” “On what?!” he snarled. “Thirty Matoran escaped the Coliseum,” she said, gesturing towards JiMing. “All of them allies with him. Working for the Matoran you all call ‘Voltex’, although he is an enigma we shall discuss later. They have travelled far away, through dimensions - I want you to hunt them down.” “And kill them,” he said, starting to calm down. “Do whatever it takes,” she said. “I want some of them - any of them - brought back alive for questioning. But it is your mission, should you choose to accept it.” “Then I accept,” the Shadow Matoran whispered. “I’ll hunt them all.” Helryx allowed a small smile to appear on her face. “Good,” she said. “Then come with me… and let’s get started.” The pieces were slowly falling into place. It was time for the endgame to begin. WELCOME TO THE DISTORTION ANTHOLOGY. New Releases Every Week. REVIEW TOPIC
  4. The Distortion Anthology is a collection of stories set in the Uprising universe by multiple authors. THE AUTHORS - Voltex - Blade - fishers64 - Xaeraz - Sumiki - Pahrak - - Quisoves - Ehks - Burnmad - Jed - Daronus - INSTALLMENTS Voltex - Prologue --- FURTHER READING If you're interested in the Uprising universe as a whole, consider reading the original trilogy: Isolation - The short and sweet first epic that started it all. Extraction - The middle child of the trilogy, that greatly expands upon the history of the world. I only recommend reading this if you are looking to complete the entire trilogy. Extermination - The standalone grand finale; it can be read on its own or after reading the other two. --- NEW INSTALLMENTS IN DISTORTION RELEASED WEEKLY. Whose writings will be released next week?
  5. I wrote this short story as my secret santa gift to Dina Saruyama; in it, a Matoran character (named after but not necessarily based upon her, except the love for dinosaurs) runs into a strange robot in the jungle of Bota-Magna. The robot is in a state of disrepair, and the two discuss the holidays and a few other things. --- BY THE FIRESIDE It’s the holidays again. Just like every year. She’ll be spending them alone. Just like every year. Everyone spends the rest of the year as normal, perfectly content to be alone, perfectly content to be horrible to each other, perfectly content to pretend as if they haven’t already started walking back down the exact same path that they had managed to stray from. But then it’s two weeks before the Reformation anniversary, and suddenly it’s not okay to be alone, it’s not okay to be horrible to each other, it’s not okay to pretend as if they haven’t already started walking back down the exact same path that they had managed to stray from, even though they’re supposedly celebrating the fact that they strayed at all. Forgetting that they should have found new path to walk along instead. It doesn’t matter to her very much anyway; she’s become something of a non-presence ever since the reformation. Well, since before the Reformation if she’s honest with herself, but at least back then everybody was too busy fighting one war after another to even care about who was who. Nowadays with the peace and society long ago back to normal in the twenty-five years it has been, there’s plenty of room and plenty of time for people like her to become outcasts. She hasn’t done anything wrong per se. But her views don’t align neatly with the mindless, shambling horde that most of the former Great Spirit Robot inhabitants have become. On most matters, she disagrees even more with the planet’s natives. Despite Mata-Nui’s best efforts and final wishes, the divide between Spherus-Magnans and her own kind is clear, and it grows by the day. They might be in a time of peace, but it is a messy one. Flimsy, and liable to snap at any moment. She can feel another war looming on the horizon, despite any and all attempts to pretend as if it isn’t so. It’s part of why, when the holidays come, she does not celebrate with everyone else. For them, it is designed to be a time of joy, a time of companionship. They partake in what they claim to be ‘remembering’, but it would be more accurately labelled as ‘forgetting’, what with their grand tales of triumph, and the few quiet moments during the wars in which they felt happy. For her, it is a time of frustration and loneliness. She remembers, more than anyone, what it was like before the Reformation. She can share tales of loss and devastation. Her quiet moments during the wars involve sitting by the side of friends as they died. So when the holidays roll around and the rest of the society jumps up to party with smiles and laughter, she instead withdraws into herself, travelling alone. She tried remaining in the city for the first few years, but found it to be immensely challenging. It is far easier to take on the holidays alone. Every year, she journeys to the Bota-Magna forests and sets up camp in the trees, and studies. She studies the fauna, she studies the insects, she studies the animals, and she studies everything else. Her focus this year (and every year before, and it will be every year to follow) is the dinosaurs. They are gargantuan, many of them the largest land creatures that Spherus-Magna has to offer. Some of them feed only on plants; others only on meat; others still on metal. She hates the metal eaters. They aren’t natural; no living organic creature has ever or will ever require metal to sustain itself unless tampered with. And make no mistake, the dinosaurs she studies – all of them, every single one of them – has been tampered with. It took place long, long ago, millennia upon millennia before the reformation, back before even the shattering, when the once-mythical Great Beings still roamed the planet, experimenting everything they knew and creating everything they saw. The Great Beings modified the dinosaurs. She has not found a single dinosaur across her years of studying them that does not have armored plating growing on top of its skin. Certain dinosaurs have other enhancements, although all of the additions are rather obsolete compared to the Great Beings’ later work. She is thankful for this small blessing; it will make it easier for her to remove the so-called enhancements and return the dinosaurs to their natural state. Still, one small blessing does not stop her from hating the beings that were so self-absorbed and narcissistic to believe themselves as ‘great’. Shaking her head to clear it, she returns to her work, and her studies. --- For two full days, she has fleshed out her studies, venturing further and further into the Bota-Magna forest. She walks among the dinosaurs – the more peaceful plant-eaters, at least – and they are unbothered by her scent, by now familiar with it after all of these years. As she does each year, she ventures forth where she has not ever gone before, slowly crossing the great expanse of trees, taking notes and studying her new surroundings, leaving markers so that she will not lose her way (although if she did, she would not be worried). The afternoon is slowly fading away into evening as the sun sets and the sky is swathed in shades of pink and orange when she makes a new discovery. One of the dinosaurs pokes at a heap of metal with one leg before huffing and stomping away; curiosity gets the better of her and, rather than follow the dinosaur, she instead slips through the trees towards the heap of metal. When she is finally standing over it, she realizes that it is not merely some pile of junk, but rather a humanoid robot; albeit it in great disrepair. It is clad in armor of gunmetal gray, highlighted by bright red. Its mask is the vibrant red, although the eyes are dark and lifeless, and there is a scar running through its left eye. As her eyes trail across the rest of the robot, she takes in the damage. Its left arm hangs loosely, there is a small crater in its chest, and armor is clearly missing from every other limb. The shredded pieces of what she can only guess to be some sort of projectile launcher are embedded in its right shoulder, the attachment for the missing launcher sparking ever few seconds. Wires are visible all over the body, and rust eats at the edges of every armor piece. She recognizes this robotic body; the name flickers in the back of her mind. Maxilos. Yes, that is its name. She remembers tyrants using many of them as personal guards when they ruled in the Coliseum of Metru-Nui, and later the Order of Mata-Nui using legions of the mindless robots to enforce their own rule across the universe before the Destiny War. She remembers fighting against them, destroying them. She remembers being assigned to re-program them during the Destiny War, and succeeding; how the robots had helped to tip the scales in favor of those fighting for freedom, and how they had held the last lines of defence so that they could emerge victorious during the Reformation War. She also remembers every single one of them later being melted down, having been declared unreliable. So what is one doing all the way out here, fifty-seven years later? --- She drags what is left of the robot to her campsite and sits it up against a tree across the campfire from her tent. She leaves it be as she builds up the fire, adding logs to keep the flames going as night falls and the air grows chilly. She has just finished building a very rough spit to cook her evening meal and sat down to rest when the robot shudders, activating on its own and turning to look at her, bright blue eyes gleaming in the night. In a flash, she has her disk launcher loaded with a fragmentation disk and aimed directly at the Maxilos unit; it does not react. The fire crackles. They stare at each other for a full minute before the robot’s mouth opens and it speaks, its mechanical voice sounding far more human – and far more tired – than it should. “Where are we?” She glares at it suspiciously, but answers its question nonetheless, her voice sharp and cutting. “Bota-Magna.” The Maxilos unit slowly nods, turning to gaze into the fire, sighing (she ignores this; it must be her imagination, for robots do not sigh). After a long moment, it speaks again. “…what year is it?” She ignores how weak and tired it sounds, but once again gives it the answer it is looking for. “Twenty-five years since the Reformation.” It nods again. “Good… at least I know that system is functioning,” it says, sounding, for all intents and purposes, like a Matoran itself. “You may lower your weapon… rest assured that I will not harm you. Even if I wished to do so, well, I think my current state speaks for itself.” She lowers the disk launcher, but keeps a wary eye on the Maxilos unit as she does so. “You don’t sound like a Maxilos unit.” “I should hope not,” the robot replies, chuckling softly. “I thought they were all melted down,” she continues. The robot glances up at her before responding, “they were; all of the others have been gone for… what did you say? Twenty-five years, give or take. I am the only one left.” “You’re autonomous. You shouldn’t be.” “You’re right,” the robot says, nodding along before looking at her expectantly. “What might that mean?” “Either you’ve somehow become self-aware, or you’re not a Maxilos.” The robot chuckles again. “Believe it or not, both are correct. This Maxilos unit did become self-aware; about fifty-seven years ago for you, thanks to the influence of a Ba-Matoran named Quisoves. Of course, its AI is long gone now; the body remains, but the AI reached its natural point of decay nearly two centuries ago.” “Two centuries ago? I thought you said it became self-aware only fifty-seven years ago.” “Fifty-seven years for you,” the robot corrects. “For me, that date was nearly four hundred years ago, give or take. It becomes hard to keep track of time when you travel through dimensions as I have.” “You’re not making any sense,” she says, scowling. “I do not expect you to understand,” the robot says, sounding regretful. “But to finish answering the question you have not asked… yes, I am not a Maxilos. Once, I was a Matoran rather like you; a Ba-Matoran, actually, although not the one that made this unit self-aware. I was dying, but… well, I am rather smart. I found a way to insert my ‘soul’, so to speak, inside this machine instead; and in here I have remained, ever since.” “You cheated death.” “Yes.” “Was it worth it?” The robot shrugs. “Is anything worth it? The moment you begin living, each step you take is one step closer to dying. At the end of the day, one begins to wonder whether there is a point to anything at all.” “You’re avoiding the question,” she notes. “I am,” the Maxilos replies, tilting its head in acknowledgement. “Perhaps it was worth it. Who knows? The mission I took part in may have failed if I had not transferred my soul into this machine. So maybe it was worth it, in a way. But to me… I would wager that it was not worth it, no. Most days that I am awake and aware, I find myself regretting more than accepting.” “Why did you do it?” she asks. “Why not just allow yourself to pass on?” “I was afraid,” the robot says, so quietly that she struggles to hear it. “Afraid of death, of the blankness and the void that would follow. I may regret many things, but if there is one thing I do know, it is how to survive. How to avoid death, to forestall it and delay it. I still fear it, to be truthful with you; but I have come to accept that I cannot flee from it for much longer.” Silence falls between them for several minutes as she ponders the robot’s words and the robot stares blankly into the fire. She wraps some dough around a bit of meat and sticks it onto the spit, slowly turning it over the flames. The edges slowly begin to darken as it cooks; she sprinkles a few spices over top of it, and the smell wafts into the air. Once it is finished, she grabs a pair of tongs and pries her meal off of the spit, touching it to her palm and absorbing all of the nutrients until all that remains is a husk. She shakes the tongs and the husk vanishes into dust that blows away with the breeze. Setting two more logs upon the fire, she turns her gaze upon the robot again to find it watching her with something akin to curiosity in its eyes. “What?” she asks. “I was simply wondering why you might be all the way out in the forests of Bota-Magna at this time of year, all alone,” it replies. “It is the holidays, is it not? The anniversary of the Reformation?” She cannot stop the frown from appearing on her face. “It is.” “You do not celebrate it like everyone else?” The frown turns into a scowl. “Do you?” The Maxilos unit shakes it head, looking away into the darkness outside of the campsite. “No. I remember what the Reformation War was like, and the Destiny War, and even the Uprising War before that, as well as my experiences travelling outside of this universe. The celebrations… they merely remind me that society is once again blind to its faults. They refuse to see, acknowledge, or accept that they have set themselves back upon the same path that led to those wars in the first place.” She nods mutely, some of the robot’s words ringing ominously in her ears. “Besides all of that,” the robot continues, sagging slightly, “my friends and I were too weary to play much of a role in those latter two wars. We played our part in the Uprising War, but nobody remembers that.” I do, she thinks, but she does not share it out loud. “Who are you?” she asks instead, hoping to turn the conversation away from the wars. “Someone far beyond their years,” the robot replies, waving the question away. “Who are you?” “Someone alone,” she answers, “who recognizes the faults of society and is powerless to help it.” The Maxilos unit nods as if in understanding; perhaps, she reasons, it does. “So you avoid the celebrations. What do you do instead?” “I study the dinosaurs,” she says, her mood growing bitter again. “I want to fix them.” “Fix them?” “The Great Beings ruined them. They’re unnatural now; armor plating where they should have feathers, some feeding on machines and energy instead of meat and plantlife,” she snaps. “I want to fix them someday, turn them back to how they should be.” The robot nods again. “Your quest is admirable.” She cannot help but gaze at the robot with disbelief; the robot chuckles. “It is true,” it says. “You have clearly dedicated yourself to what many would call a hopeless and insurmountable task. You seek to return something to how it should be, rather than obliviously leave it be, and I respect that. In fact… if you would allow me to, I believe I might be able to help you.” “I… don’t understand,” she replies, shaking her head. “You… agree with me? Most people don’t.” “I am not most people,” the robot responds, sighing forlornly. “More than most, I understand what it means - what it is like - to be alone. I know that it is freeing. I know that it is also a burden, one not often willingly undertaken.” “Perhaps I want to be alone,” she says. The fire pops and crackles. “Do you?” the robot asks. “It is the holidays, after all. A time meant for gathering with friends and others close to you. You spend them alone every single year, or so it would seem. Is it because you want to, or because you have to?” The silence stretches for a long moment before she finally answers, “a little bit of both.” “If it helps… I do have information - and some leads - that might help to speed up the pace of your project. Allow for progress you might not otherwise make,” the robot continues, holding out its hand. “Look at this.” She watches as a blue hologram flickers into view, hovering a few inches above the robot’s palm. It is a sphere, one she recognizes as Spherus-Magna. A red dot blinks somewhere in the northern hemisphere of the planet; as she watches, the hologram zooms in towards the marked location. “During my travels, I came across a Great Being, one who was turned insane after coming into contact with the Mask of Life,” the robot says, its voice barely a whisper. “He was imprisoned, and wished to escape his bonds; I helped him to do so, and in return he offered me this. A map of the entire planet, one that would help me to track down others.” “Others?” “Other Great Beings,” the Maxilos unit clarified. “He claimed that most had fled the planet long ago, or simply died; but there is one who grew to hate what they had become and what they had done. A Great Being that might be sympathetic to your cause, and be… persuaded to help you.” “I will not deal with Great Beings,” she snaps. “And how exactly do you plan to return the dinosaurs of Bota-Magna to their proper, natural state without them?” She frowns. “I haven’t gotten that far yet. I’ll find a way.” “I’m saying that you don’t need to, not necessarily,” the robot replies. “If we can find this Great Being, and he agrees to help us, your task might be completed sooner than you had imagined. But I am sure that, should you decide against accepting his help, he would value that decision.” She scowls at the fire. “And maybe I simply don’t want to fix the problem. Each year, it gives me something to do, an excuse to escape the celebrations of a war that would be better off forgotten entirely rather than half-remembered. If I solve the problem, what am I supposed to do then?” “Find another problem, of course,” the robot says quietly. “It is what I do. It’s what all of my friends do as well, or so I hear. There are many projects of the Great Beings active on this planet, some more harmful than they are good; they could keep you busy for many years.” The fire crackles. She closes her eyes and sighs. “Fine. Let’s find this Great Being. But I reserve the right to refuse any help he offers… as well as the right to kick him for every wrong he has done to this planet.” “Of course.” “One more thing, then, before I retire for the evening,” she says. “If I am going to be travelling with you, I want to know your name.” The Maxilos unit turns its gaze to her. The hologram in its palm flickers away; somehow, its bright blue eyes look lost and alone. “You can call me Tex.” She holds out her hand; the robot shakes it. “Well, Tex, it is nice to meet you. You can call me Dina.” If it was possible for a Maxilos unit to smile, the robot was now doing just that. “It is nice to meet you as well, Dina. I look forward to the adventure that awaits us.” The robot sits back against the tree, closing its eyes. It becomes still and silent, shifting into some sort of sleep mode. She remains by the fireside, gazing into the flickering flames. The crackling of the fire is calming, and soothing; she waits until it has burned out and the night is dark and silent before retiring to her tent. She sleeps soundly for the first time in years, and it is good. End.
  6. by voltex & tbk Back in April of 2014, I had just finished writing an epic called Isolation, and was in the process of writing its sequel, Extraction. There were a number of new characters being introduced in the sequel, and I had an idea for a story starring them that would take place during the events of the first book as a "bridge" of sorts between the two epics. Busy as I was writing the epic, however, I did not want to delay it further by writing what I had titled Project Mayhem. So I got into contact with TBK, and asked if he would be willing to help me turn Project Mayhem into a comic instead. He enthusiastically agreed, and so we got to work. I do not know if the comic will stand up well on its own; it wasn't until Extermination where I started actively trying to make sure every entry in the series was also standalone so that newcomers could understand everything that was happening. Complicating this matter further is that Project Mayhem remains unfinished; out of what was planned to be a 6 or 7 part series, we only completed 4 before TBK vanished from BZPower last November. After more than a year, I figured that I would release what we did complete; while I do not think the writing is really up to par, I do think that TBK's art in Parts 3 and 4 deserves to be shown off. I will release each part over the next few days. --- CHARACTERS Pictured here are the various BZPower members depicted in the comic; they were all members who had signed up to be characters in Extraction. Links to their profiles are below. Vinylstep - Canis - MT - Valendale - Tyler - Hero Two other characters also appear in the comic: Kante (a police officer working alongside Canis) and Elittra (a member of Project Mayhem). --- COMICS Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four SCRIPTS Part Five & Part Six --- Every bit of art is thanks to TBK; I was responsible for the writing and such. C&C is appreciated, as this is the first time I did anything with a comic; I enjoyed it a lot and would love to do so again in the future, so feedback would be helpful. And I do apologize if nothing makes sense story-wise, but do encourage you all to check out Parts 3 and 4 when I release them, because TBK switched to a hand-drawn style and it looks really cool. I will post Part 2 tomorrow.
  7. ASK ME ANYTHING!! PREMISE A small group of Matoran survived the isolation of a terrorist attack one year ago. After fighting their way out of the trap, they battled those who wished to see them dead and achieved extraction. Several of the survivors launched a rebellion - an uprising - against the White Council, who lead the city of Metru-Nui. They have been at war for nearly a year... but now they find themselves vanishing, one by one. Hunted down by a mysterious figure known as the "Shadow"... it is extermination. CHAPTERS Prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - Epilogue Files: Voltex - Burnmad - Portalfig Other: Deleted Scene Bonus: True Survivor THE MAIN CAST Returning Members - Luroka - Ehks - JiMing - Portalfig - Shadowhawk - Zakaro - Pulse - Chro - Blade - Kayn - TBK - Voxumo - Voltex - Unit - Taka Nuvia - Burnmad - Xaeraz - RG - - Fishers/Agent 64 - Vinylstep - Valendale - Fighty - Brand New Members - Quisoves - Underscore - Shadow Ignited - ToaD - Cyrix - Chambliss - Smoke Monster - Tekulo - Aiwendil - Rider of Kikinalo - Letagi - JMJ - Pohatu - Ghidora - Aeron - The Shadow - OPTIONAL READING Extermination is officially the third (and final) main installment of the Uprising trilogy - however, it has also been designed as a standalone story. As such, reading the below material is entirely optional; the prologue to Extermination covers the major events that have already taken place. Prelude - Book 1: Isolation - All Hail the King - Book 2: Extraction - Doubt (by Taka Nuvia) - Operation Rainfall (by Portalfig) - Imprecision (by fishers64) And check out the comedy parody by Ghidora! Textermination: Lives at Steak So... share your thoughts below! Who are your guesses for the other seven narrators? Who shall be the first to die? E: As of Chapter 1, four out of eight narrators are revealed! Who could the last four be?
  8. PROLOGUE A Matoran with sleek black and silver armor sat at a wooden desk, staring at the lit computer screen. Checking behind him to make sure that the door was shut, he let out a small sigh and turned back to the screen, tapping the microphone perched beside the keyboard to make sure that it was functional. Satisfied, he opened his mouth and began to speak. “Journal entry one-zero-one,” he said. “Let’s recap.” “About twelve years ago, a group of thirteen beings referring to themselves as the ‘White Council’ silently took over Metru-Nui. While one of them would later be exiled, having come to see that the group was nothing but a bunch of tyrants, the others remained firm in their standing and beliefs. A resistance group was formed to combat their corrupt regime, led by four Matoran; their names were Burnmad, Xaeraz, Fighty, and Agni. For six years, the Resistance fought a guerilla war against the White Council - however, while on a mission gone terribly wrong, Xaeraz was captured. “They tortured him for an entire year, driving him absolutely mad with help from a Makuta known as Luroka. With help from insiders within the Resistance, the White Council engineered Xaeraz’s rescue; upon reaching the Resistance headquarters, Xaeraz slew both Fighty and Agni, although Burnmad managed to escape with his life intact and his role still a secret from the White Council. It was at this time that White Thirteen was exiled, and returned to his original name: Xaron. “For the next couple years, the White Council reigned supreme with little challenge; two years later, Xaeraz resurfaced, committing several acts of terrorism against the White Council. At the same time, several ‘fight clubs’ began popping up in the various Metrus, launching a long-term campaign known as ‘Operation Rainfall’. Thanks to an Onu-Matoran called Portalfig, Operation Rainfall would eventually fail; unfortunately, this meant that the White Council continued to operate unimpeded. “One year later, six Matoran were hired by the White Council to operate as a covert task force, intended to infiltrate their enemies and bring them down from the inside. Among this group were Burnmad and myself - Burnmad with the intention of striking the White Council at an opportune moment, while I had been unwittingly manipulated into joining by White One, the leader of the White Council. Shortly before I arrested a high profile ally of Xaeraz, the White Council hired me onto a secret project known as ‘Scenario Alpha’. It was a plan designed to lure every single enemy the White Council had, with the intent of eliminating them all at once. “Six months after I made the arrest and was assigned to Scenario Alpha, the White Council announced a conference to be held on BZ-Koro. To my shock, I was invited; as were several Matoran that I considered close friends. The conference was Scenario Alpha - and the White Council had branded me a foe. At the conference, Xaeraz struck with the help of several other Matoran, killing almost all of the over two hundred Matoran in attendance. I was among only twenty-three survivors. Trapped inside the building by the powers of Luroka, whom we believed to be a Matoran, we were killed off one by one, both by Xaeraz’s allies, led by Sumiki, and by popular vote. For several days, I worked alongside Ehks - who I would later learn was Xaron, the former White Thirteen - and a Su-Matoran called Pulse to bring down Xaeraz’s allies. It all culminated in a final showdown with Sumiki and Luroka, who struck me down with an attack designed to drive me mad before he and Sumiki vanished. Thanks to some very quick thinking on the part of Ehks, I survived - barely. But the damage had been done.” The Matoran paused the recording, rubbing at his eyes tiredly and glancing at the time on the computer. It was late - very late. Yet he could not wait until the morning. This recording had to be completed now; for if he was to fall, he needed to know that whoever replaced him would be brought up to speed on everything that had happened. Everything that he - and others - had experienced. With a sigh, he began to speak once more. “Less than ten of us escaped that conference - in addition to myself, there was Ehks, Pulse, Lhikevikk, Portalfig, TBK, Locke, and Kayn. While Sumiki and Luroka had also survived, we did not know their whereabouts. When we left the conference hall and stepped outside at last, an extraction team was waiting for us. Burnmad had heard about the situation and lead three other Matoran to BZ-Koro to save us; unfortunately, he was already too late. “Our rides off of the island exploded, leaving us stranded - and then Matoran loyal to the White Council began to pick us off one by one. Locke was the first to fall, a deadly poison causing him to drown in his own blood. I fought against a mysterious Pyro and Cryo alongside a De-Matoran named Canis, and was handed control of BZ-Koro when its mayor was assassinated. While Burnmad and Ehks managed the rest of the group, I led a team across the city, hoping to get information from a Ko-Matoran named Valendale currently imprisoned in the BZ-Koro jail. Half of my team was killed on the way, and the rest were forced to return back to base, injured. I alone reached Valendale, and I alone entered the main headquarters of a group known as Project Mayhem. “There I met with Xaeraz, and joined forces with Project Mayhem. We created an army - the forces of Project Mayhem and BZ-Koro combined. As a team, we trekked back to base, where the rest of the survivors of the conference waited; there, Ehks was slain by the treacherous Squishy, and a servant of the White Council only known as ‘Agent 64’ attempted to slay me, although the intervention of an Av-Matoran known as MT saved my life at the last second. Before we could determine the identities of the other traitors in our group, several airships of soldiers led by White Ten arrived, with the intent of either apprehending or killing us. During the battle, Xaeraz’s tortured conditioning caused him to turn traitor, and he was killed by Burnmad; while the rest fought the soldiers, I fought White Ten in the sky, eventually slaying him. “After the battle, I had Burnmad lead almost all of the others back to Metru-Nui, to organise those who disliked the White Council and build us an army. I remained behind on BZ-Koro with Valendale and a De-Matoran known as Vinylstep to try out an invention of Ehks’s designed to revive the dead. While it was unsuccessful, we did find two Matoran in the conference hall - Shadowhawk and JiMing - actually still barely alive, and awoke them. It was then that Fighty revealed himself to me, and helped me to understand many things. “The Fighty I spoke to explained that he was from a different dimension, where the White Council had achieved victory and taken control of the entire universe. He had managed to travel to our dimension and found his counterpart, planting the idea of the Resistance. Unfortunately, when his counterpart was killed, the Fighty I spoke to was forced to disappear, or risk being captured by the White Council. However, he told me that the time had come to take the battle to the White Council once and for all, before they could complete the construction of their ultimate weapon. Together with Fighty and Burnmad, I led our forces in a strike on BZ-Metru, seizing it as our base of operations in Metru-Nui. “That was eleven months ago - and for almost a year now, we have been at war. We have lost many allies along the way, lost several close friends; since the battle with White Ten, Canis was assassinated by Agent 64. Baltarc was ripped apart by three Matoran that our forces - and the White Council - have dubbed as the ‘Triplets’. MT was taken prisoner and publicly executed by White Four; his body has been displayed within the Coliseum ever since as a ‘lesson’ to those who wish to disobey the Council. Valendale fell while duelling with White Five personally; unfortunately, White Five managed to escape alive. And… perhaps what hit both Portalfig and I the hardest… Lhikevikk died at the hands of a new series of Vahki. Officially, they are the ‘Vahki 2.0’ series; however, they have come to be known as the ‘Dread’. Advanced over the originals in every way and designed specifically for war, the Dread are terrifying to meet on the battlefield. Portalfig, Lhikevikk and I had managed to stick together and survive everything since the conference; and it took only seconds for a Dread to spear Lhikevikk through his heartlight. “Despite these losses, we have made some significant ground as well; in addition to our acquisitions of BZ-Koro and BZ-Metru, we have managed to take control of both Ta-Metru and Ga-Metru as well. Ta-Metru has always been at the bottom of the barrel to the White Council, and it was easy for us to take; Ga-Metru was easily won over after the White Council bombed the Great Temple. We have also made significant headway into Le-Metru, although thanks to the Dread we have recently been meeting significant resistance. And, as much as I am loathe to admit it, our numbers are beginning to fall. Recruitment is down, and the White Council is beginning to pull in their allies from other regions. If we cannot strike them down now, it may soon be too late. “In a few hours, I leave to lead a small team of only three Matoran, including myself, to try and infiltrate the Coliseum. If we are successful, we may be able to win this war within the week. If we are not… well, I doubt I shall survive to see another sunrise. “This is Voltex Oblige, signing off.” To Be Continued. REVIEW TOPIC > Who will the other seven narrators be?
  9. Bionicle Mafia Uprising: Prelude The Matoran held his disk launcher in his hands tightly as he crept through the pitch black hallway. His steps were agonizingly slow – even a single sound could leave him dead on the floor. He did not even dare to risk activating the flashlight that had been installed onto his wrist for the mission. His target was far too smart for that. He was clad mostly in black armor, and what little of it was purple was shielded from view entirely by the black cloak he wore, with the hood drawn up around his mask. If one were to meet him on the streets in daylight, he might seem like your everyday Matoran of Gravity. Once upon a time I was, he recalled. Not anymore. There was a dull thud behind him and the Ba-Matoran whirled around silently in the darkness, a disk of weakness ready in his launcher as he aimed it at the disturbance. He remained like that for several seconds before slowly relaxing as much as he dared and continuing on his journey. Theoretically, if his sources were anything to go by, his target’s office was at the end of the hall. This is too easy, he thought. It’s Kaiser Manducus, quite possibly the richest Matoran in Metru-Nui... there should be more security. There was only one reason why Manducus would not need more security. The Ba-Matoran tried not to think about that too much. Nor did he try to think about the thud that he had heard only a few brief moments before. And he definitely did not start making the connection in his brain. After what felt like a decade, he reached the door. Although he could not see it in the darkness, he knew it was usually ominous and imposing – rather like Kaiser Manducus himself. Manducus had been open about funding one of Metru-Nui’s most notorious criminals for six months now via his company RomeTech (one of the only supplies of chute fluid, among other things), and the White Council had been attempting to capture the famous business Matoran for five of those. He had been chosen to infiltrate the company a month before and had managed to work his way into the CEO’s good graces. All so that he could detain the criminal before Manducus had a chance to slip out of the White Council’s grasp again. Fighting down the nervousness that was pounding in his chest, the Matoran of Gravity took a slow, deep breath before twisting the knob of the door and swinging it open silently before shutting it behind him with a click. He flicked the light on and dodged to the side to avoid an attack that did not come; crouching in the corner, he blinked his eyes as they adjusted and found Manducus standing by the window that took up an entire wall, overlooking BZ-Metru. He aimed his disk launcher warily as he stood to his feet. “You’ve betrayed me,” the CEO, a Fe-Matoran, said. “You’re under arrest by order of the White Council,” the Ba-Matoran said, ignoring the Iron Matoran’s words. “Of what crimes?” “Openly conspiring against the leaders of Metru-Nui with a known terrorist and criminal mastermind, and for fleeing capture in seven different circumstances,” the Ba-Matoran said. “I could list more, but I think we both realize that is both unnecessary and a waste of my time.” Manducus sighed, still not looking at him. “I suppose I should come quietly this time.” The Ba-Matoran did not wait for the Fe-Matoran to make his move; he fired the weakening disk and hit Manducus directly in the back. His legs suddenly unable to support him, the CEO gave a startled cry as he collapsed, the throwing knife in his hand clattering to the floor. Discarding the disk launcher, the Gravity Matoran grabbed the cuffs off of his waist and crouched beside the Iron Matoran, linking the cuffs into place around the CEO’s wrists before activating them. “I am going to find you,” Manducus snarled quietly, struggling feebly as the weakening field of the cuffs took effect. “And when I do, I will kill you.” The Ba-Matoran stood to his feet, staring down at the disgraced Fe-Matoran and shrugging. “Good luck with that where you’re going.” He froze at the sound of the door clicking shut again behind him, fighting the instinct to cringe or flinch away at the sound of the chuckle that followed. He knew that laugh. His suspicions had been correct. He wished they had not been. “Don’t move Voltex,” a voice drawled. “We wouldn’t want you to put up a fight, would we?” Voltex did not reply, waiting for the newcomer to continue. After a brief second he realized his mistake and in one smooth motion whirled around to face the newcomer while drawing the pistol from its holster at his hip. His eyes widened in surprise as he found the new Matoran already upon him – with one hand he jabbed the gun into the enemy’s stomach, while with the other he grabbed the opposing Matoran’s wrist, holding it in place just as the tip of the knife brushed his body. The other Matoran, who was of Iron and looked as though he had been cobbled together from the wrecked pieces of metal at a trash site, laughed. “You’ve still got the moves, Voltex. I admit that I’m impressed.” Voltex swallowed the fear rising in his throat and responded, “it’s a shame the same can’t be said for you, Xaeraz.” Xaeraz’s eyes widened a little in curiosity as he regarded the Ba-Matoran. “And here I thought you were frightened of meeting me. Such a silly assumption.” “Not an assumption,” Voltex said grimly. “I’m scared out of my wits right now, Xaeraz. You’re the most terrifying Matoran I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.” “Oh, but of course...” Xaeraz trailed off, nodding in understanding. “You were in the Bionifight tournaments. You’re one of those silly fools that responds to fear by directly creating conflict with it.” Voltex frowned at the criminal’s ability to read him so easily – but then, there had to be a reason why Xaeraz was considered a mastermind. “The White Council will be sending reinforcements soon,” he said. “I know,” Xaeraz said casually. “How about this – I promise to step back and not stab you for a few minutes if you promise not to shoot me.” The Gravity Matoran considered it for a moment before relenting. Both Matoran warily released the pressure, with Xaeraz taking several steps back to sit on top of Manducus’s wooden desk. “You do realize that you can’t kill me here, right?” Voltex asked. “I won’t,” Xaeraz corrected. Voltex frowned. “You won’t?” “I won’t,” Xaeraz repeated, nodding and twirling his knife in his hands idly. “Why not?” “Because I don’t want to,” the Fe-Matoran said simply. The Ba-Matoran’s frown deepened as he considered the statement. He was so lost in his thoughts that he did not notice that Xaeraz had disappeared until the Fe-Matoran coughed loudly to grab his attention, as the criminal poked his head back into the room from the air vent in the ceiling he had climbed inside. “We both know you can’t stop me because I’ll just kill you in retaliation,” the Iron Matoran said brightly. “I’ll let you take Manducus as a consolation prize.” “He’s the main prize,” Voltex said. “I came here tonight to arrest him, not you.” “So you did,” Xaeraz acknowledged, “but it’s me that you really want. Consider yourself lucky.” “Why?” “Because he hired me as tonight’s security specifically to kill you,” Xaeraz said, “but now isn’t the right time for that. I have big plans for you, Voltex. Just remember that. I won’t visit you in the middle of the night – if I was going to you’d be dead already – but when I put my plans into action, you’ll be right at the center of it all, drowning in blood.” “You like blood a lot,” Voltex noted, choosing to ignore the ominous words being sent his way. Xaeraz shrugged. “So I do. I find it helps me to remain calm.” “Is that why you senselessly murder civilians?” “It is!” Xaeraz said brightly. “Thank you for noticing, pal. We’re gonna have a lot of fun later – but for now, good bye!” The most wanted criminal in Metru-Nui vanished then without a trace, before Voltex could come to his senses and just shoot him down. When the two backup Toa arrived, Voltex was still standing in that same spot, pondering Xaeraz’s words. He ignored the questions the Toa asked, handing Manducus over to them silently and turning away from the numerous curses being spouted from the disgraced CEO’s mouth. When I put my plans into action, you’ll be right at the center of it all, drowning in blood. Voltex shivered as he stepped out of the building with those words echoing in his head – and it was not because of the cold. Shaking his head, he starting walking away, formulating the report that he would have to hand into Burnmad the next morning. What could Xaeraz possibly be planning that was worth keeping him alive and allowing the capture of his greatest ally? Voltex was not sure he wanted to know. This was written as a oneshot prelude to Bionicle Mafia Uprising: Book 1 - Isolation, which releases later this week. C&C as is your wont. E: Fixed a bit.
  10. ALL HAIL THE KING [TRANSMISSION FROM CONTROL] [MESSAGE FROM WHITE FOUR TO AGENT 64] [NEW MISSION: ASSASSINATE KING OF ILIAS. PARTNER WITH AGENT 19 FOR MISSION. MAINTAIN STEALTH AT ALL COSTS. MAKE CONTACT WITH BA-MATORAN DRAXAS, CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD. PAYMENT WILL BE THE USUAL.] She deactivated the holographic display of her communicator and re-attached it to her belt, frowning slightly as she stood from her crouching position. Her midnight blue cloak fluttered lightly in the breeze as she gazed across the landscape of Odina, and the Dark Hunter fortress in the distance. It appeared that her current bounty would have to wait – orders from Control were so secret that she had never breathed a word of them to any other employer... mostly because they paid more than all of her other employers combined. Never had she wondered where they received all of those funds from – not that she would have cared about the methods if she found out. It was all business; nothing more. With a small sigh, she pulled a small device from her cloak and pressed a button, activating it and dropping it to the ground at her feet with a thud. Electricity crackled around the device before rapidly expanding and swallowing her form whole – and then she was gone. --- Stepping out of the electrical energy field and narrowing her eyes behind her Kualsi, she made her way briskly out of the chamber, ignoring the surprised stammering of the Onu-Matoran on transport duty. If she knew Control, he would be silenced by the morning. As she approached the mission control center, she pulled out her communicator and rapidly tapped in a message to her partner and sending it. [MESSAGE FROM AGENT 64 TO AGENT 19] [MEET ME IN MISSION CONTROL CENTER IMMEDIATELY. NEW MISSION ASSIGNED FROM WHITE COUNCIL.] “I’m here, tell me what’s going on,” she ordered as she entered the control center. “Hold up,” a voice said from behind her as a Matoran of Plantlife staggered into the room, gasping for breath. “You can’t just start without me! I’m your partner for the mission.” “I don’t need you here to complete the mission, Nineteen, or even to know what is going on,” she said. “Always such a pleasure to work with,” Agent 19 grumbled, turning to a Ta-Matoran leaning on a table in the center of the room. “So what are we working with?” Agent 64 stalked forwards as the Ta-Matoran spoke: “Your mission is to go to the island of Ilias. It’s a smaller island, probably about half the size of Ta-Metru in both size and population. But they all serve a king – Turaga Rone.” “What’s the mission?” asked Agent 19, his forest green armor clinking as he shifted. “To assassinate Turaga Rone,” Agent 64 said curtly, before the attendant could answer. “We’re to establish contact with Draxas, the Captain of the Guard, and work our way into the castle to kill him.” “And what’s the reason this time?” “He officially declared the island of Ilias hostile towards the White Council last week,” the Ta-Attendant explained. “Control received the transmission this morning.” “Why did I only receive it now, then?” Agent 64 asked, leaning over the Ta-Attendant, who cowered slightly. “I... I think Control was debating whether to give the mission to you,” the Attendant stammered. “The White Council hasn’t requested specific agents before... it’s unprecedented.” “Obviously Control deemed it fine,” Agent 64 muttered, not bothering to contain her irritation. “It was still a waste of time, though.” “Did Control deem it fine?” Agent 19 asked. “Or was it something else?” “Like what?” The Bo-Matoran’s eyes flicked to the Attendant and around the room before he shook his head and sighed. “Never mind – I’ll fill you in later.” Rolling her eyes behind her mask, Agent 64 turned back to the Attendant – only to find him having carefully placed himself on the opposite side of the table. Casually she flicked out her knife before slamming her fist on the table, blade sticking in the air and lighting on fire. “Finish explaining so that I can do my job,” she ordered. The Ta-Matoran gulped, but flicked a switch on the side of the table, upon which a hologram of a small crescent shaped island rose up. It displayed the image of a large castle dominating the center of the island, with a town and a few small farms spreading outwards from the castle. “As I said, Turaga Rone declared Ilias hostile to the White Council last week,” the Attendant said. “The two parties have been exchanging the typical passive-aggressive political talk ever since, but it’s becoming clear that Rone is standing firm in his decision. All the White Council told Control was that they were tired of his insolence, but it’s obvious that they need Ilias to remain at least neutral towards them.” “Otherwise nothing’s stopping other powers from turning on the White Council too,” Agent 19 said. “That’s probably correct,” the Attendant said, before zooming in towards the castle on the hologram. “Over here, the eastern wing – that’s where you’ll enter the castle. Commander Draxas is supposedly housed in the southeastern section of the castle, so you shouldn’t have too far to go. After that... well, there weren’t really any specific instructions beyond what was in the transmission. The White Council doesn’t seem to have any other results in mind for this mission.” “What a relief,” Agent 19 said drily. “Such a blessing.” “Shut up and have more respect for our employers,” Agent 64 snapped, returning her knife back to its place within her cloak and stalking to the door. “Let’s go – weapons bay might have some tools we’re lacking... although I doubt it.” --- In a burst of light, both agents appeared on the shoreline of Ilias, having been teleported directly from Control. Presumably, their quick entrance would aid with maintaining the secrecy of the mission. “Don’t you feel like Control is doing it wrong?” Agent 19 asked, breaking the silence immediately. “Doing what wrong?” Agent 64 asked. “All of this,” Agent 19 said, waving his arms to indicate the expanse of land in front of them. “We’ve been sent here to assassinate a king and put another party into power, one that supports what is admittedly a group of tyrants. This is work for the Dark Hunters - Control has never stooped so low before. We’re supposed to be a vigilante justice group.” “Our job is to follow the orders that Control gives us,” Agent 64 said curtly. “If you are unable to follow those orders….” “I’m perfectly able,” Agent 19 snapped. “But I’m also perfectly able to refuse those orders. I can take them back to Control and lodge a complaint - at worst, it’ll delay the mission a few weeks.” “That sounds an awful lot like directly disobeying orders,” Agent 64 said quietly. “You risk the wrath of the White Council and Control… and worst of all, you risk bringing me down with you. I cannot allow that.” Before Agent 19 could react, she was already moving; whipping an electrical rod from her hip, she activated it and clubbed her partner in the neck, shocking Agent 19 and blasting him to the ground on his knees. She pulled out her communicator. “What are you doing?” Agent 19 asked, attempting to stand. She kicked him back to the ground, touching the rod to his neck again. “Getting permission.” [MESSAGE FROM AGENT 64 TO CONTROL] [REQUEST PERMISSION TO ELIMINATE AGENT 19. BREACH OF SECURITY PROTOCOL AND CONTRACT WITH WHITE COUNCIL.] The reply came less than a minute later, as Agent 19 woozily began to shake his head. [TRANSMISSION FROM CONTROL] [REQUEST GRANTED.] Wordlessly, she deactivated the electrical rod and attached it back to her hip, pulling out a customized Nynrah Blaster and firing once. The specialized projectile handed control of Agent 19’s body over to her, and her partner quickly stood before walking into the ocean. He ducked into the water, and did not reappear. Agent 64 left without glancing back. --- “I was expecting there to be two of you,” Draxas said as he let her in at the gates. “Where is your partner?” The Captain’s armor was a midnight blue, the exact same shade as Agent 64’s cloak; it was a stark contrast to her shining white armor. Draxas’s Kanohi Hau gave an appearance of one who would defend the virtues of honor and integrity until death came to take him… although that obviously was not the case. “His contract expired,” she said. “Where is your King? I want this done now.” “He is currently situated in the court; many Matoran are present.” “I need a vantage point to snipe him from afar.” The Captain of the Guard looked as if he were going to argue before changing his mind and nodding along, pointing up at one of the towers. “That one will give you your vantage point. How long do you need?” “Five seconds to get up, fifteen to set myself up, five to find the king and end his life,” Agent 64 listed. “After that I’ll vanish and you won’t ever see me again.” “As you wish,” Draxas said. The Captain stepped back into the shadows, his eyes glinting in the darkness before he vanished completely. Agent 64 remained where she was for a brief moment longer before pulling out an oddly shaped blaster and firing a small disk up into the tower; a second later she vanished from where she had been standing and reappeared in position. Once she arrived, she pulled out what at first glance was merely a tube of metal - however, with the push of a button pieces began to slide out and click into place, until she was holding a sniper rifle in her arms. Here goes, she thought. Zooming in, she swept the crosshairs across the King’s court, smiling grimly when she found Turaga Rone standing five feet away from his throne. Before circumstance could ruin her shot, she fired; the crack echoed into the sky and down below Matoran began to scream as Turaga Rone collapsed, his mask shattering and his head a bloody mess. Agent 64 clicked the button again, causing the sniper rifle to collapse back into the tube from before as she threw down a metal pad on the floor and spoke into her communicator. “This is Agent 64. Mission complete, requesting evac.” She could hear guards racing up the stairs towards her. The teleporter pad began to glow with a white light and she stepped onto it, vanishing in a flash of light and reappearing back at base, where the Attendant was waiting. “Where’s Agent 19?” the Attendant asked. “Dead,” she said. “Expired contracts tend to be fatal.” The Attendant scurried off, leaving her with a moment to send off a message. [MESSAGE FROM AGENT 64 TO CONTROL] [MISSION COMPLETE. TURAGA RONE DEAD. AGENT 19 CONSIDERED OFFICIAL CASUALTY.] She had only just sent the message when she received another transmission: [TRANSMISSION FROM WHITE COUNCIL] [MESSAGE FROM WHITE FOUR TO AGENT 64] [THE WHITE COUNCIL IS PLEASED WITH YOUR EFFORTS THUS FAR. REQUEST A PRIVATE MEETING IN ONU-METRU IN SIX DAYS TIME. WE HAVE A VARIETY OF JOB OFFERS TO MAKE YOU. DO NOT INFORM CONTROL.] The Ko-Matoran narrowed her eyes, reading the message over twice before allowing it to sink in. Once it had, she smirked and continued on her way, sending one final message: [MESSAGE FROM AGENT 64 TO WHITE FOUR] [YOU CAN COUNT ON MY ARRIVAL.] It was time to move up in the world. End. As a whole, I'm not entirely certain that I like this piece; nonetheless, this short story is a part of the Bionicle Mafia epic series that I have been writing, All Hail the King serves as a companion to the upcoming Bionicle Mafia: Book 2 - Extraction, where Agent 64 will be one of the points of view. "Agent 64" is the representation of fishers64 in-universe, although this is one where I took a little more artistic liberties than usual with the character's lifestyle. Despite any differences, fishers/"Agent 64" has so far been one of my favorite characters in the series to write for; compared to most characters her true morals, thoughts and opinions are often either unsure or conflicting, and that makes it interesting as an author. She plays a very important role in the upcoming epic, though I won't spoil what it is. Three out of six(?) points of view revealed! As for the other characters in this short story (Agent 19, Draxas, the Attendant, and sort of Turaga Rone), don't worry about seeing them again. You probably won't. Anyway that's enough out of me. I need to get back to writing that epic.
  11. Welcome, readers, to the land of Balfe Nui! Follow the amazing journey of a Toa team... but not an ordinary type of team you know. The Toa look like the Toa Nuva - except for their colors, which are all swapped. They have next to no memory of their past when they first awake at a strange, new land... This comic was made in 2012 and the dialogues/text boxes were rewritten in 2014. Is is the first installment in a comic trilogy, which follows the character's development in both skill, mind and their armor styles. Just click on the links below to read each page! Prolog: Awakening Chapter 1: Evidence Chapter 2: Nightfall Chapter 3: Formation Chapter 4: Conquest Chapter 5: Discovery Chapter 6: Destiny (Part 1) Chapter 6: Destiny (Part 2) Epilog: Departure I hope you enjoy! Made using: Sanyo Xacti S4 (camera), Comic Life 2, Gimp 2.8 and iPhoto
  12. You all signed up, so here it is! In this review topic is the character list and the chapters. Each character has a little bio that may or may not end up being fully relevant to the story (some are more relevant than others). The Premise: This story is based upon the Mafia games played frequently in the G&T Forum. While attending a conference on the island of BZ-Koro, 23 Matoran find themselves trapped in the building after a terrorist strike, and they must fight to earn the right to survive. The Chapters Prelude - A very important arrest is made. Prologue - Voltex tries to prepare for the fate that is speeding towards him. Chapter 1 - The first Matoran falls victim to the Traitors, and Voltex makes a shocking discovery. Chapter 2 - An old enemy confronts Voltex, and the first execution dooms four Matoran. Chapter 3 - Contact is made, and Ehks becomes enemy number one. Chapter 4 - Sumiki plays his enemies for fools. Chapter 5 - Pulse witnesses the murder of two Matoran. Chapter 6 - A brutal execution precedes the reappearance of Xaeraz. Chapter 7 - With five more dead, Voltex prepares to hunt down the final traitor. Chapter 8 - At the end of the game, Sumiki reveals his master plan. Epilogue - One in hiding; One going mad; One giving in; and One with dark secrets. Interlude - A heist goes exactly as planned. The Characters GO TO THIS POST TO SEE THE ROLES 1 – Makuta Luroka - Fa-Matoran; From the Tren Krom Peninsula area; origins unknown. 2 – Ehks - Fa-Matoran; From far down south, and a former Bionifighter. 3 – JiMing - Ta-Matoran; Once a huge fan of Voltex, after he retired JiMing entered the Bionifight league himself and has since become one of the most popular fighters in the league. 4 – Portalfig - Onu-Matoran; A close friend of Voltex's and one of the managers of the Day Run races. 5 – Sumiki - Fe-Matoran; The CEO of Hats Enterprises and an official business partner of the White Council. 6 – Lhikevikk - Ta-Matoran; A stand-up comedian that just finished a tour in Xia. 7 – Scanty Demon - Ce-Matoran; A refugee who managed to escape the mass killings of Ce-Matoran down south. 8 – Shadowhawk - Shadow Matoran; One of the most popular Bionifighters, and the one who ended Voltex's career. 9 – Zakaro - Onu-Matoran; Another popular fighter in the Technic Coliseum and Bionifight league, as well as the current Day Run champion. 10 – Tahukan - Ta-Matoran; The personal assistant of Pulse, who has somehow survived seven attempts on his life. 11 – Pulse - Su-Matoran; Advises the White Council and lends his support to their decisions. Although he does not run it in any capacity, he owns the Metru-Nui News Network and has become rich as a result. He has survived nine assassination attempts. 12 – Chro - De-Matoran; An emerging author and actor quickly growing in popularity. 13 – Blade - Vo-Matoran; Close friends with Voltex and Unit; competes in the Day Run and Bionifight, while acting as a Private Detective on the side. Has been requested to join the police force by the White Council on several occasions. 14 – Toa Kayn - Ko-Matoran; A former scholar from Ko-Metru who now specializes in freelance technology. 15 – LockeBZ - Ta-Matoran; Makes comics professionally as a hobby, though he has recently focused on his Bionifight career. 16 – TBK - Po-Matoran; A newly emerging comic maker growing in popularity by leaps and bounds. Has been contacted by the White Council regarding propaganda work. 17 – Norik of Gielinor - Ta-Matoran; A lone-wolf Matoran from Stelt whose origins are unknown. 18 – Voxumo - Ko-Matoran; A lone-wolf Matoran that fights in the Bionifight league and Technic Coliseum, as well as racing in the Day Run. Is easily identified by his signature massive scythe, which he is rarely seen without. 19 – Voltex - Ba-Matoran; Close friends with Blade and Unit; a disgraced author thanks to Pulse and a disgraced Bionifighter thanks to Shadowhawk, Voltex is now a member of the conspiracy group Automaton helps to lead. Rumors say he has another job on the side. 20 – Unit - Fa-Matoran; Close friends with Voltex and Blade; formerly a miner in Onu-Metru and currently a warden of Facility A, a prison in Onu-Metru. 21 – Pupwa21 - Le-Matoran; A local from BZ-Koro, whose origins are unknown. 22 – Kaiser Manducus - Fe-Matoran; The disgraced former CEO of RomeTech, who was arrested by Voltex for providing Xaeraz with financial backing, though who made the arrest was never made public. 23 – Shadow Flaredrick - Ta-Matoran; A worker from the Great Furnace in Ta-Metru. 24 – Taka Nuvia - Av-Matoran; An artist often commissioned by the White Council. 25 – The Remorseful Automaton - Le-Matoran; One of the managers of the Moto Hub, as well as one of the leaders of an organization that believes the White Council are not the wise old Turaga they appear to be. 26 - Xaeraz - Fe-Matoran; A bloodthirsty mastermind and the most wanted criminal in Metru-Nui, Xaeraz's origins are largely unknown. 27 - Burnmad - Ta-Matoran; Once a common face in the Technic Coliseums and Bionifight league, he has since all but vanished from the public eye. 28 - RG - Su-Matoran; A rookie reporter from the Metru-Nui News Network and a huge fan of Voltex. Story Topic Here. EDIT: Just thought I'd mention that there will be four "narrators" of the epic - four different points of view that we'll see. As they're revealed I'll bold their link. One has been revealed so far - who could the other three be? >>As of Chapter 1, two more narrators have been revealed! >>And with Chapter 2 now up, all four narrators are known!
  13. Hello fellow users! The comic you're about to see was made back in 2012. I rewrote the dialogues/text boxes for a better read, and this re-release is now for the first time on BZPower! Expect a new chapter each Wednesday and Sunday. I hope you enjoy!
  14. This is a topic about TRON. Discuss anything TRON-related here, but please be polite.Personally, I'm a BIG fan.
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