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Prologue Blades flying, steel clashing. Nothing could truly describe what Kayn was witnessing. He had experienced his fair share of lengthy and blood spilling battles but nothing had prepared him for this. Heroes falling, Toa, after Toa, after Toa. He had slept the night before wishing he wouldn't have another one of his haunting nightmares, he got what he wished for, only to wake up the next morning to a living one.The battle was fierce, bullets flying by and narrowly missing the edges of his already heavily scarred grey Kanohi Hau. He turned around to check on Vhisola, she was fighting a Goldic Guard like everyone else. Something was slightly strange though. He was wearing an orange Kanohi Ruru, standing out from the usual orange Pakari. The strange Goldic sharply turned around and threw his protosteel dagger towards Kayn. Swiftly, Kayn stepped to the side, but something was wrong this time...this time he felt the sharp pain of a blade that had pierced his gunmetal chest plating. The strange Goldic waved his arm up in the air, signaling to the rest of the enemy. The Goldic that were nearest to the one wearing the Ruru grabbed an odd device from a pouch on the side of their leg and threw it on the ground, almost instantaneously, the guards started to retreat. Kayn readied the small gun located under his wrist and aimed it promptly at the "Ruru" that was retreating. Kayn pulled the small trigger on the back of the firearm and watched as the shot hit the "Ruru".The Goldic that Kayn had been able to shoot was left behind by the rest of his men. While Vhisola went to go check on the remaining Toa, Kayn quickly switched his vision on to the objects that two of the Goldics had left behind. "Vhisola! Get the Toa with the Kakama over here!"Vhisola didn't even need to relay what Kayn had just said as the Toa with the Kakama had already heard it and gotten over to Kayn. "I need you and your friend to take these as far away as possible and figure out what these are.""I see, the device is pulsating a strange noise quite rapidly, we never know what this thing could be. On it"The Toa with the Kakama and one of his friends rushed off with the device while Kayn got up to investigate his wound. It didn't look to good. Slowly, Kayn started limping over to the "Ruru".This was taking longer than Kayn thought, the "Ruru" was crawling towards the cliff that meets the vast ocean and with Kayn at a limping state, they would already be near the edge before Kayn caught up with him. Kayn started to feel even stranger than before, he had been stabbed and gotten broken bones but nothing quite this bad. When Kayn finally caught up with "Ruru", the Goldic was unconscious. Kayn took a firm grasp on the handle of the dagger that was in his chest, it took a giant swift tug to get the blasted thing loose. It was stained with blood, not a very big surprise. He began to put the dagger to the Goldics throat to make sure it wouldn't do anything just as an arm came up and knocked it right out of his hand and upwards. The "Ruru" pulled out a revolver and fired out six shots, all hitting Kayn in the torso. The dagger came down and was caught by the Goldic just in time to finish Kayn off with a slash to the arm, taking it clean off. Kayns world erupted in flames, the pain was overwhelming but...short. The "Ruru" ended Kayns torment with a silent and quick tugging to the neck. Kayns lifeless body slumped onto it's knees and tumbled over the edge and into the water.The Goldic let off a quick grunt and walked away.Kayn was sinking down...down into the endless deep of the ocean, to be found by no one. Review Topic
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For some time, the Toa Ekara of Iron had been standing in the center of the village square, slowly turning from side to side. Passing Matoran glanced at him, but moved on. Toa Tiro on watch was a common site on Mount Kohanga.Now, deactivating his Mask of Vision, he turned to his teammate. "Nothing, Poro. I checked everything within a kio radius, including the sky and the tunnels in the mountain. All I saw was a Matoran trade caravan that seems to be on the way here." He paused. "Anything to fear from them, do you think?"The Stone Toa looked uncertain. "I'm... not sure. Where's Matakite?""Right here," came a voice behind them. They turned. A tall, ebony-clad Toa of Earth had just come out of the ground. "Something wrong?""I had one of my visions," Poro told him. "I only remember glimpses, but it was bad." He shivered.Matakite looked grave. Poro's teammates had learned, years ago, to listen to his Mask of Clairvoyance. "And what did you say at the time?" he asked. "Tiro, were you there?"Tiro shook his head. "He told me afterward so I could scan," he replied. "He was alone when it happened." He activated his mask again. "But I sent a messenger to Mahara - I thought she could help. She's coming now."In a few moments, Mahara, Toa Ekara of Lightning, came into the others' view. She hurried to join the rest of her team."I got your note, Tiro," she said. "Did you find anything?""Only a Matoran trade caravan," he said again. "Matakite wants to know what Poro said in the trance."She nodded. "Where were you?" she asked Poro."On the wall - alone, unfortunately," he replied. He held out a small, half-formed sculpture. "But I was working on this at the time."She nodded again, and took it, activating her Mask of Psychometry.She stood there, searching, straining for that one point in the stone's past.After several moments, she looked up at her brothers."I found it," she said. "'Mercenaries, slaves - darkness...'that was the first thing he said. After 'darkness,' he started shaking, violently." She paused in remembrance. "Then he said 'Darkness... evil... and hidden in...' - he stopped again there - 'in that we have sworn to protect.'""'In that we have sworn to protect'?" Matakite repeated. The words had chilled him. "Is this darkness ... is it in the village? Or-""Matoran!" Poro exclaimed. The others looked at him. "I still don't remember, no. But think about it - what else could it be but Matoran?"There was a slight pause."Perhaps," Matakite said, "you should take a closer look at that caravan, Tiro."The Iron Toa was already examining it. "Quite a few guards, all well armed," he reported. "But this is a dangerous area... Six wagons, large, pulled by Ussals... Cargo..." his voice changed slightly. "I think we have a problem.""What is it?" Matakite demanded."The cargo seems to be composed mainly of weapons. And some machines I can't really identify." He paused. "I'd call that evidence enough.""Perhaps," Matakite replied. "But we have sworn to protect them, and we can't attack - especially on suspicion. Whoever organized this... infiltration may have counted on that.""But attack is not our only option."He nodded at his brothers and sister. "I'm going outside. Keep an eye on me, Tiro. You'll know what to do."A week later, a party of utterly demoralized Matoran raiders found their way out of the mountainous maze they had been trapped in. A maze made of equal parts solid walls - constructed by the Toa of Earth, Iron and Stone - and haunting visions - courtesy of Matakite's Mask of Illusions.Thanks to the combined visions of the Toa Ekara, the Barraki's plans of conquest had received a slight check.___My entry for the first theme of the Flash Fiction Marathon, slightly edited. There were a few things I had no time to fix when I entered, and I've put back some stuff I'd cropped out for space considerations.It's also my first story on BZP, and my first completed Bionicle fanfic. (I started a story for the last SSC, but was to lazy to take it anywhere.)My names were all taken directly from Maori, except for Poro and Tiro. Those were shortenings of "poropiti" and "tirohanga" respectively. Maybe they're nicknames or something.Thanks for reading!-Excelsior
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Well, here's another one of my creations. Originally, I wanted to build my self MOC, but unfortunately, I don't have enough brown pieces, so I wanted to test his custom torso out, and ended up with a lot of red pieces. (By the way, if you have Onewa Metru, and would like to sell, PM me!)So, you probably don't want to hear the full story, so here's the MOC!Front ViewBack ViewHere's the part that I was a bit questionable on, mostly with the Metru arms as the back. It looks good, but it's kind of bulky from the side.Disk Launcher storageI had to make sure that he could still store his disk launcher, partially so he could fly, and also so he could have free hands.Pose 1Such an overused cliche, but I'm going to say it anyways: "you feelin' lucky, punk?"Pose 2Could be a take off pose, but I mostly based it off of this bottom right panel of comic 12, the fly-by disk throw. Custom partsHe's completely custom, not as much as I wish I could do though. Here you can see how I built him pretty well.Custom TorsoHere's the custom torso I was wondering about, with the Metru arms on back folded up. It would also make a nice body with wings if you could fill in the gaps on the sides.Comparison ShotI originally got two Vakamas, and so I thought I'd do a comparison. Unfortunately, my little brothers stole one of my Hunas, and I couldn't find it for this shot, so you'll have to make do with the adaptive Hau, which doesn't look bad. And even with my two Vakamas, I can't find one of this Metru disk. :PSo, that's pretty much it. Here's the gallery when public, comments and critism, especially on the Torso, would be appreciated. Expect a lot more MOCs from me soon, as long as I can stop borrowing pieces from other MOCs (interesting note, the backs of Vakama's legs were completely borrowed from my self MOC, I showed it off here on the old BZP . That was a pain to find.).But wait, there's more! Before you leave, check out post #10, where I show off the new version of Vakama that I redesigned based on the member's critique! Please look at this before you go on posting about the back, lack of red, or black arms, thanks!
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One People “…and so the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, carrying we, the ones called the Tohunga, to this paradise. We were separate, and without purpose, so the Great Spirit bestowed on us the three virtues: Unity, Duty, and Destiny.”Night had descended upon the bays of Ga-Wahi, the sun slipping past the endless ocean as the first stars begun to appear on the darkening skies. Po-Koro guards stood solitary on the lillypads, watching the sun disappear with a secret longing to follow it. To them, daylight brought the comfort of hard work. In the night, the goatdogs and their swarms would wander stealthily; at light, their attacks could be anticipated. So the guards stood in silence, their ears listening through the waterfall of the Naho bay and the chirp of insects, eyes desperately searching for the glow of a Bohrok in the shadows.Inside a hut, we Po-and Ga-Koran huddled together around Turaga Nokama, the chill of dusk dampening our spirits. Soft lights hung from the ceiling, attempting to lighten the mood. The Turaga ebbed and flowed like the tide, telling tales of peaceful times. Nokama had finished one of her stories, and now it was Onewa’s turn.Did they think we would simple-mindedly listen to the tales, though? The thought came from a dark corner of my mind. We were all hunched forward, eyes fixated on the elder as he spoke, but I doubted many of us were actually listening. I was among those thinking of what lay outside, those Pahrak lurking in the shadows of the area; halfheartedly listening, I found I couldn’t, because something in Onewa’s introduction seemed odd, as if there were something wrong in the Turaga’s statement.“Turaga,” I piped during an intermission. Several heads stirred, turning in my direction, along with a very surprised pair of robed storytellers. “You preach of unity in your tales, and here two villages sit. Yet you call us ‘Tohunga’, which means we are different people. If the Great Spirit gave us the three virtues and desired for us to be united, why did he give us a name that indicated otherwise? Why aren’t we called something like Matoran?” I expected anything but the uncomfortable silence that followed. There were no mutterings, no signs of support from my fellow Po-Koran. Nokama’s head was cocked in deep thought as she and Onewa considered my words. There was no deep reasoning behind my urge to speak, nor desire just to be noticed. I just wanted to note a point. And now I desired nothing other than to hide my brown Akaku and disappear once again into the crowd.After many moments in thought, the Turaga straightened themselves. My brothers and sisters turned intently toward them, to see how they would address the outspoken Matoran. Each second they paused I anticipated with dread.The lillypad rocked, swaying in the still bay, and an explosion could be heard from the Naho waterfall. My outburst was soon forgotten as those closest to the windows saw what happened, scrambling to flee from the stealthy, cunning, rapidly approaching Bohrok.*** The next few days fighting for Ga-Koro drove my outburst from everyone’s memories. I took the sidelines as the Onu-Matoran stepped up to defend us, and Jala and Takua took the spotlight. In a sense, I was glad to be shoved aside. But people still remembered. I went back to the shadows in my kiln, back to daily life, after the Toa defeated the Bahrag. My role as spectator continued as I watched the Bohrok Kal attack, and the Toa Nuva take off again on another quest. Somehow though, once the gossip of the heroes’ latest escapade grew old, people were coming together, not just in a time of need or danger, but a time to talk about something that we had missed in centuries of listening for the tales.The Turaga gathered us in Kini Nui once the Kal were defeated, claiming it was a great climax in our history. I was among the crowd, confused on what was going on, one of the many poking my head above the rest to get a good look at Turaga Vakama.“Matoran of Mata Nui!” he cried boldly, lifting his firestaff up to the sky. “The Great Spirit bestows a gift upon you all, as testament to your courage and their unity. The Time of Troubles has at last come to an end!” Many gasps and shouts of joy came from the people around me as they saw Takua and Jaller walk up beside the six elders. They were changed, taller and stronger, their bodies different. Some Le-Koran next to me jumped for joy when he realized he would soon be more limber, and an Onu-Koran was thrilled at knowing he would be stronger come the next sun. But I reveled in none of that, as I smiled with the rest. I was happy for a different reason.He called us Matoran.----------------------------I've been wanting to write this for a while, a storyline reason of how the name "Matoran" was introduced in 2003, and this was the result. Spent a year and a half getting stuck after going halfway through, but I finished it too late for the deadline for Flash Fiction Marathon Theme 1. It's currently 829 words with the title.
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Once Whole -][- The darkness within the tent was complete—a shade so thick that not even the strong light of dawn breaking above the trees could enter in. It seeped out through the seams and the thick tent-flaps, stilling the air about the encampment, draining the color from the earth and sky. It was a pure darkness. But it was not empty.Two eyes flickered in the lightless space. Crimson and piercing, they stared through slitted eyeholes, but they did not look outward, for there was nothing to see.No, they looked inward on this day—deep within, seeking, searching…eons of memory laid out before their gaze, for it was on this day that the world would be changed forever, even if that change began in a single mind…His mind.The War had gone well. The might of the Brotherhood was strong, and knowledge was their ally. It had always been their ally, and so the struggle against the League of Six Kingdoms was decided by superior tactics, greater strategy, more cunning battle-plans. These six pretenders could not hope to stand against the Brotherhood’s best. It had been folly to try, even if they were Mata Nui’s “chosen.” They had given up that title long ago, and now the Brotherhood must restore order and control, by whatever means necessary.And for many years he had been content in that task, content to wage war with the enemies of the Brotherhood and the Great Spirit. But of late, a feeling had been growing in his mind…a sense of foreboding, as if something was not right with the world, or not right with himself. In truth, he had felt it for a long time, but only now, now at the end of his labors in this war, did it become a sense of urgency, of insistence, a sense of, dare he say it, fear.It had begun as a whisper, a slim suspicion, creeping into the back of his mind, and for so many years he had ignored it, put it aside. The world had been bright and open—full of opportunities to discover what was not known. He had thought that, in time, all things would be made clear.But…the years had passed, and still the whisper remained, taunting him. It was a simple thing, too simple: merely the feeling that something had been…held back. Something remained hidden to the sight of the Makuta. Something important, and he yearned to know what it was. Through all the centuries and millennia he desired it, but could never discover it. So it was that he came to a final conclusion: that whatever this thing was, whatever it was that was hidden from him and his brothers, it could only be the work of the Great Spirit. Mata Nui withheld something from them, or simply did not see fit to grace them with his knowledge. Either way, it gnawed at his spirit, and he would give anything now to gain what he did not have.It was for this reason alone that he had forsaken the usual pursuits of the Makuta, seeking instead arcane knowledge, unknowable things. He had looked past the barriers of the world, past the knowledge of the elements or the lesser powers…he sought something that went beyond all of them. And now…now he had found it.A vision sprouted within the dark mind of the Makuta…a vision of blackness…reeling…empty. At first it seemed like the blackness that filled the tent—cold and silent—but no, it was unlike. That darkness was elemental: it had substance, energy. This was a different darkness, a darkness that roared and raged and devoured. A darkness that was without substance. An Absence.“Yes,” thought the Makuta. Yes, he knew of it. In his search he had heard whispers, rumors, stories of fear and terror from the beginning of the world, and it had a name:The Void.The Void surrounded all. It was that which separated one thing from another. It was a paradox, for it was nothing. But as the vision grew and filled the space of his mind, the Makuta knew that here was true power: a power and a knowledge far beyond the petty command of the Elements. Here he would find what he sought: the knowledge that the Great Spirit hid from him. And knowing that…he would—But the thought went unfinished, for the vision changed. He saw a great light shining, far away. The intensity of it was painful, and he tried to avert his gaze, but could not. It grew, and now he saw that it was a sphere: white and pure and featureless. And then it resolved into color. It was a world…the first world. The Great Sphere…Whispers of legend arose in his memory. Spherus Magna…Paradise…the home of the Great Beings…There it hung in the midst of the Void. One dazzling speck against the unending blackness. Defiant, untouchable.But then…then he saw how the blackness invaded the Great Sphere. A sliver of shadow seemed to pass into the glowing circle, and it was marred. Smoke filled the skies of Paradise, and the Makuta watched as the Great Sphere shattered before him. The Void did its work, and what was once whole was now broken, undone.Three worlds remained as the vision faded, spinning desperately away in the emptiness. The Makuta felt himself sink back into the darkness of the tent, but he was no longer alone. A presence was there. A presence he had not felt before…a feeling of otherness. It was…unsettling…and it seemed to coalesce in the silence of the tent, speaking with words that had no sound. He did not understand them yet…not yet. The Makuta stirred, raising himself from the metal seat. He shook his head……but even as he let the elemental darkness dissipate, even as he turned to go…another vision flashed through his thoughts...six from one…once whole but now broken…six lights flickering out in a sea of darkness.And then it was gone. The tent flap fluttered in the cool wind of morning. The sentries straightened to attention as their commander stalked into the trees. He was ready now…the idea was taking shape. But not now. First, he had business to attend to.The trees thinned as he entered the main encampment. Soldiers stood to attention in ranks upon the central staging ground, encircling a group of six iron stakes driven into the ground.The Makuta strode forward until he stood before those stakes, and smiled as he looked down upon the six figures tied to them. The ones who had been called Warlords…now defeated. Indeed, once they had been a great force in the world—a unified power. But now…now he had broken that unity, and their power was nothing.“I am the Makuta,” he said to them, using his proper title. “You have rebelled against the Great Spirit. You have abused the power given you, and now judgment will be passed upon you.”“You cannot so easily snuff us out, Makuta,” said the one called Pridak. His eyes were bright, defiant. “Who are you to pass judgment on us? You who have destroyed just as much in this war?”The Makuta laughed, a deep, unseen laugh, and the Mask of Shadows flickered with terrible energy as he replied.“Destroyed? Indeed, for destruction is the payment for peace, for control. The enemies of the Brotherhood, the enemies of the Great Spirit—all these shall fall into destruction. For I have been given that authority…I AM destruction…”The Mask of Shadows pulsed as the Makuta looked into the heart of the Barraki Pridak and saw…saw his true plans for the universe. The eyes of the Makuta narrowed. He smiled faintly.“…and I WILL destroy you.” End -][- This was a wannabe contest entry for the Visions portion of the Flash Fiction Marathon. Didn’t quite make the word limit, so here it is in its own topic. You may have encountered the subject matter before (possibly in a previous story). Any comments, critiques, and/or evaluations are much appreciated.JRRT
