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  1. Hello, everyone. Up until recently I was under the impression that the Voya Nui Matoran sets all came with pearl light gray weapons instead of flat silver ones, but after looking closely at my own sets and sets my friends have owned, the colors appear to be a bit irregular. For one thing, one Balta set has flat silver weapons and one Garan set appears to have come with one weapon in each color. Can anyone (preferably in Europe) check their original sets to see if there are any such irregularities? Thanks!
  2. Hero This story was based very loosely off the events of Ignition and the surrounding stories. It has been quite vastly changed to fit my storytelling needs. This story was written for Disciple, for the short story write-up jam for Christmas. I hope you all enjoy. I’m so sorry it’s so late. The entire story got very long so I decided to put it in a Google Doc. Read it here.
  3. So I was rereading the BIONICLE Legends books, and a thought struck me. Why did Velika allow the Piraka to take over Voya Nui. Now, I know he was a Matoran, and could only do so much, (or so it seems given how easily he took out Tren Krom and Karzahni later in the story, but I'll get back to that later) but hear me out. The whole conquest of Voya Nui hinged on tricking the Matoran into thinking that the Piraka were actually Toa. At least long enough until Zaktan fixed up the way to create Zamor spheres. So, why did Velika go along with their charade? He knew what Toa looked like. He knew what Skakdi were. AND I'm willing to bet he knew that the Ignika was under Voya Nui, so visitors to the island probably were up to no good. Now you may say that he kept his mouth shut because he was afraid of retribution from the Piraka when the Matoran knew instantly who the piraka were. Or maybe he didn't want his cover blown as a great being, so therefore only spoke in riddles and hints to "help" and not give all the answers away completely. I can buy that, but it's still a big risk to take considering loosing the mask of life would basically be fatal to the universe as a whole. We all see later that he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself (as shown later with the late Tren Krom and Karzahni) so he probably wasn't afraid of the Piraka themselves. He very frequently helped the Voya Nui Resistance, and the Toa Inika (and Nuva) on different occasions. Of course when they met the Toa Nuva after their defeat of the Piraka, the Matoran attacked them believing they were allies of the Piraka (Velika again, would know that this time they were actually Toa). So what do you guys think? Do you think it's all just a fluke from creating a character and then later deciding he's a Great Being? Or do you think that Velika had different motives for letting the Piraka basically control the island that housed the universes greatest weapon ever? Let me know, I'm interested in discussing this.
  4. After my last post, I decided to challenge myself a little bit more. Here are some of my latest pictures. Note that they have had some minor adjustments. Check out my latest 2006 Scenery Images here: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/25173-2006-scenery-images-2/ Dalu, Kazi and Piruk struggle to make their way across the large cliff overlooking Voya Nui Bay. Piruk looks for a way up the cliff but comes across the ruthless Avak. Piruk enjoying some time alone, looking out across the desolate sea. Toa Matoro battles Vezok on the harsh coast of Voya Nui.
  5. This is the second part of my 2006 Scenery Images series. I was inspired by the supporting comments from my last post to make the 2006 Scenery Images a Series. He are some more pictures. Enjoy! ​ Balta watches from a high cliff in the Green Belt. Velika and Garan discuss their next move against the Piraka. Vezok rests on a small ledge overlooking a stormy Voya Nui Bay. Reidak emerges from a small pond after a devastating battle with the Toa Inika. ​The Kardas Dragon has escaped the Volcano and begun it's journey.
  6. "Only six Matoran were left free to oppose them." — Narrator, If a Universe Ends Here, have my renditions of six valiant rebels from Voya Nui. Before you ask, yes, there are inconsistencies (read: asymmetries) in their color schemes, it is intentional because in my book Karzahni is obsessed with asymmetry in everything (have you ever seen his mask?) And even then, Garan and Kazi came out quite symmetrical. Sigh. Anyway. I was not happy with some of Voyatorans’ tools (visually), so I decided to revamp them a bit. The most notable changes belong to Dalu, Kazi and Velika. Dalu now wears a pair of charger clamps that are wired directly to her body, hence their ability to drain her own powers. Kazi’s tools are simple yet brilliant: tuning forks! With Velika I went down the total reimagination road, with him having a cybernetic hammer arm and a chisel that suppose to perform the same task as his power carvers. * * * Now folks remember, if you like what I do and you want to see me create your OC, a favorite Bionicle Character, or something else, feel free to look up my Commission Info! I also now have a Patreon page, so please consider supporting!
  7. Arzaki

    Deignition

    So, this is a fanfic based on a (rather flawed) theory I made a couple weeks ago, about the Toa Inika being dead and "revived" using the souls of other dead beings from the Red Star. Soon after posting the theory, a fellow BZP member, Ghidora131, said that it would make a good fanfic. So, I PMed him and we started planning. What we came up with makes one of the darkest years of Bionicle even darker, and the ending will leave you questioning your very existence. We've changed events prior to 2006 as well, such as the deaths of characters that did not die in canon. So, without further rambling, here's what you came for. Discussion Topic Deignition A fan-made story written by BZP members Arzaki and Ghidora131. Okay yeah, so this chapter was absolutely god-awful and I hate myself for writing. I know that literally no one is ever going to see this, but just in case someone ever does, they'll know just how absolutely terrible this is and they don't have to waste their time reading it. Trust me, it's terrible. Ghidora and I might continue back on this soon. Maybe. Hopefully I put more effort into the chapters that I write, because wow, this one was so terrible. I really should just nuke this epic. Just clean it off the face of the earth. Chapter 1 A Bit of Exposition Takanuva was lost in thought as he led the Matoran to their destination. Of course, not much thought really remained in his mind. He had lost some of his sanity during his adventures around Mata Nui. He had seen almost half of Po-Koro wiped out by the plague, and witnessed the destruction of Ga-Koro firsthand. The main causes of his slight insanity were watching Jaller die and himself going through the experience of being fused with another being. Despite being a bit off his rocker, Takanuva was still relatively competent, and knew that he needed to the protect the six Matoran he was escorting. Jaller, the leader of this group, picked the bravest Matoran he knew for this mission. These five brave Matoran were Kongu, Hahli, Nuparu, Hewkii, and Matoro. Hewkii and Hahli weren’t at the peak of their strength, but they were still bold. Hewkii was severely weakened and slightly senile due to contracting the plague of Po-Koro and witnessing most of this closest and life-long friends drop dead in front of him. Despite overcoming the sickness, his body never really got over its effects, and he still feels terrible for being too weak to help Ga-Koro during the Bohrok invasion. He blames himself for the destruction of the village and for the extreme injuries Maku took during it. Hahli, too, was scarred by the destruction of Ga-Koro. Other than being injured herself, she saw Maku get nearly killed by debris. Due to the terrible things that happened in her life, she lost faith in Mata Nui, and blames him for all that has happened. When she heard that he was dying, she was almost glad. However, she could not refuse Jaller’s invitation to this mission. He was one of the few friends she had left. After a while of walking, the group of seven came across a tunnel, which absorbed all waves of light and sound. The group tied their hands to each other to prevent getting lost, and made their way through the tunnel with little commotion. Matoro, however, thought he felt another being with him, and helped this being escape the tunnel with him. He exited last, and when he looked back into the tunnel after making sure everyone else was there, he saw no one. It was at this point that Matoro started to that he might have been going insane, or maybe he was hallucinating due to the lack of senses. After a few more minutes of travelling, the group came across an old gateway, made of some sort of gray stone. On the other side was a lonely looking Matoran, who ran away upon seeing the group. Everyone chased after him, but a barrier of some strange substance materialized in front of Takanuva just as he was about to go through the gate. He and the Matoran were separated, and it didn’t take rocket science to figure that one out. After attempting to bid farewell through some sort of wall, Takanuva reluctantly headed back through the tunnel to his home of Metru Nui. The rest of the group resumed their chase. The startled Matoran led them to a land known as Karzahni. The land where dust rises, fire is cold, and ice burns. Dangerous Rahi ran rampant, and all around were strange looking Matoran who appeared absolutely miserable and lonely. Soon after they entered, they were approaching by the ruler of this land, also named Karzahni, who captured them and took their masks, replacing them with strange new ones. He forced them to work in the furnaces and forges of the land, but kept Hahli so that she could tell him of the outside world. Hours of work and hard labor led to exhaustion for the other five Matoran, and it was a relief when an obviously senile Matoran approached them. He told them to follow him and gather any friends they had. While Kongu went looking for Hahli, the other four followed the clearly insane Matoran to a room that had sort of strange cannon-esque devices overlooking an ocean. The odd Matoran told the other four to enter the canisters mounted on the walls, so that he could bust them out of there. Before they could manage to enter the canisters, Kongu and Hahli sprinted into the room, very out of breath. Seconds later, the thundering footsteps of Karzahni could be heard before the entire wall came down in an explosion of flame and stone. One stone hit Hewkii directly in the head, knocking him out cold. Oh, the irony. As Karzahni stepped over the small remaining part of the wall, his foot landed directly on Kongu, crushing and killing him. He switched his attention to Hahli, the closest living Matoran, and struck her with his flaming chains. She died soon after due to impact. Laughing maniacally, Karzahni continued to whip his chains throughout the room, eventually killing every Matoran in there. He stuffed the dead bodies in the canisters to dispose of them, and launched them using the cannons in the room. He watched as they flew through the air, toward the area known as Voya Nui. He used his Kanohi Olisi, the Great Mask of Alternate Futures, to see what might happen to the canisters. What he saw surprised him greatly. He saw the canisters washing ashore Voya Nui, with bodies larger than those he placed in them emerging from the cylindrical vehicles. They were cackling with crimson colored electricity, the likes he had never seen before. Weapons had somehow materialized with them, and the six beings crossed said weapons above them. A magnificent beam of light shot forth from the point where the tools crossed, straight into the air, parting the clouds as it pierced them. The storm was coming, and it wouldn't stop for anything.
  8. From what I have read, or at least understand, the island of Voya Nui was created during the Great Cataclysm, breaking off from the Southern Continent. What has confused me, however, is exactly how this happened and its effect on the Matoran Universe. Consider these points: -The island, of course, "rocketed upward", punching a hole in the Mata Nui robot. But what caused Voya Nui to fly upward? Shouldn't it have instead collapsed onto Karda Nui? After all, Mata Nui crashed downward, hence Voya Nui would continue the course unless something else pushed it up. -During the island's ascent, it would first have to crash through Mata Nui's armor, then float to the surface of the water. How would any matoran survive such a series of unfortunate events: squashed then flooded out? Moreover, how was the island not simply smashed to pieces? -After the island's formation, the hole it created formed a great waterfall. Do the matoran of the Southern Continent greet each day by staring at this giant wall of water? What exactly do they make of it? And given the large size of Voya Nui compared to the Mata Nui robot, how is it that all of Karda Nui wasn't flooded within days? To be honest, I am a returning bionicle fan, so while I have done a fair amount of research on biosector01, I have almost completely forgotten the books. My questions may be in error. If so, please correct them. Thank you!
  9. Some Legends aren’t what they should’ve been. You know the drill, you have your dashing heroes who gain mysterious powers, use it to combat evil, restore hope, and strive to save the land from peril. Things that have been apparent ever since the Toa first arrived on Mata Nui. But what if things didn’t go the way they were supposed to? What if the dashing heroes used their newfound powers for evil? What if they used them to side with evil and crush hope? What if they were determined to drive the land into even more peril? This is what would happen if fate didn’t take the path it intended to… prepare to take a look into an alternate world, where heroes are not always destined to be heroes… Gathered friends, listen again to the legend of the Bionicle… But not like you’ve ever heard it before. BIONICLE: RISE OF THE ANTAGONA PROLOGUE In a distant silver sea, a barren realm lay. This realm was home to the maddest of rulers, the great Karzahni. In turn, the realm was as mad as he was, with burning ice, cold fire, and vicious creatures. It would be suicide for anyone to purposely go into such a place. But someone did. In fact, six fearless Matoran ventured into the chaotic realm. They might’ve just never come there in the first place if they knew what would happen to them… They were soon captured by Karzhani’s elite guards, and set to work. If any of them stopped working and lay down to rest, they would instantly freeze into rock. The fact that their new master was a remorseless slave driver didn’t help. However, Karzahni had a soft spot for one of his workers, a Ga-Matoran named Hahli. She told him all about the outside world he knew nothing about, of the great metropolis that was Metru Nui, and the fabled oceans surrounding Mata Nui. After a full day of work, a brave Ko-Matoran tried to taunt him, but the overlord protested, saying that he wasn’t worth his time. However, the Matoran grew persistent, and eventually pushed Karzahni over the edge, demanding that he show him the worst thing possible. He Did. With his mask of alternate futures, he materialized a vision in each of the opposing Matoran’s minds. Karzahni showed the Matoran what would happen if their fabled leader, the Great Spirit Mata Nui, failed to wake up and was cast into oblivion. Chaos and darkness gripped the land. Shadows reigned unchallenged. The bravest heroes were turned into hopeless wrecks. And above all, the entire universe would fall into eternal madness. All the Matoran broke down in wake of this terrifying vision, yet Karzahni was distracted by the thoughts of this “Mata Nui”, this “Great Spirit”, unwittingly giving time for the Matoran to escape. In another universe, the Matoran would carry on to their destination, Voya Nui, to finish their mission. But this is not that universe. As they made their way to the Toa Canisters, they were stopped by Hahli. She told them that Karzahni had other plans for them, that what they were doing was wrong, and if they carried on, their vision would come true. They hesitated for a second, and that cost them their freedom as Karzahni stopped pondering and started after the Matoran. He heard what Hahli had said, and knew that everything was going to plan. In the conversation that followed, Karzahni told them that what they had been told was all lies, and that they were only on a suicide mission to Voya Nui. Protesting, a brave-sounding Ta-Matoran told him that none of what he said was true, and that they had to escape to save Mata Nui. So Karzahni did one more thing to convince them to stay. His mask glowed once again, and showed all the Matoran what would happen if they carried on to Voya Nui. He showed them vicious monsters, cataclysmic volcanic eruptions, death of their most beloved friends, and above all, the entire island of Mata Nui, which had once been their home, desolate and destroyed before their very eyes. The Matoran despaired upon seeing the vison, and the horrors that they witnessed were enough to drive their minds directly away from ever heading towards VoyaNui. Upon seeing the horrors Karzahni directed at them, they vowed never to let what they saw ever happen. What happened to them next remains a mystery, but despite their vision, they left the realm of Karzahni a few days later, on route to Voya Nui. What fate had in store for them, as well as Karzahni’s full intentions were, still remained a mystery. But they carried on regardless of what they saw, after all, visions were visions, just projected paranoia of a madman. They had already learned what they needed to do when they arrived. Soon they left the silver sea, and into realms unknown. A storm raged around them, pitching and rolling the canisters in all directions, sometimes in the space of a minute. Despite this, the Matoran stuck together, connected by a seemingly invisible rope. Then the lightning struck. Red lightning, beaming down from the heavens, hit all six of the canisters floating on the ocean. At first, nothing apparent happened, but when the canisters reached the shores of Voya Nui and opened, the Matoran inside… were changed. Crawling out from their ocean-battered canisters, the six figures stood up to their full height, much taller than any of them originally were, now bearing weapons glowing with immense power and armour made from precious materials. They had become Toa. But inside, they were anything but. It was at this point they remembered Karzahni’s orders. The six Toa turned towards the jungles, the lakes, even the volcano of the island, with one thing in mind: storm the island, enslave the inhabitants, Find the fabled Mask of Life, and raze the whole place to the ground. They were no longer Toa, as that name was only for stuck-up, righteous heroes. They were the Antagona, Destructive emissaries of Karzahni. Six corrupt monsters, one destiny. This is their story. This story was initially inspired by a Prompt from the alternate universe game by Dr. Johnathan Crane. Thanks, Crane! [post=http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/13875-the-alternate-universe-game/?p=794399]The Prompt in question.[/post] This is my first attempt at writing a Bionicle-based story. This one focuses around the idea that the Toa Inika became villains instead of heroes. Yes, I'm well aware that "Antagona" Is directly inspired by "Antagonist", but then again, most '06-onwards Bionicle words are sometimes based on english. Comments, Criticism and feedbacks are welcome. I hope you enjoy this tale, and look forward to future chapters!
  10. In the time the six Toas had gone to Voya nui to find the mask of life they didn't realized that they've been watched . Tahu : how long do you think is this gonna take ? This jungle is so deep! Lewa : I like this place ! It's so jungle full it makes me feel like I'm in le-wahi . Tahu : you are not so stop making so much noise , we are trying to sneak into unknown terrain ! Gali : Stop it ! Both of you ! There's something in the bushes ... Lewa : (whispers) I'll go and check , if it's a rahi , I can handle it . Tahu : If it's a rahi it will eat your face ! Lewa gets closer to the bushes when he sees something gold running away . Lewa : You all stay here .I'll go follow him. After a wild run Lewa stops the stranger near a cliff Lewa: Who are you ? what do you want ? Brutaka : You fool ! you're going to get me uncovered ! Lewa : who are you ? Brutaka : the one that will get you out of his way. Brutaka uses his Olmak's powers to create a portal an sends Lewa into a parallel Universe Lewa : Oh ! My head ! Where am I ? Who am I , oh wait I'm Lewa . Takua : Lewa , you are alive !? The other Toas ,where are they ? Lewa : Takua is that you ? what happened to your body ? Takua : When the Makuta took control over Mata nui , A part of the matorans rioted , as a punishment we were sent to karzahni to be rebuilt as week personal slaves , but Karzahni shortly felt into insanity , he was killed by Maxilos units for killing a rahi sent to him as a gift from Teridax himself . Lewa : wait Makuta took over ? when ? Takua : Mata nui was dieing , the six Toa used there Kanohi energy to save his soul . But it was weird , Mata nui was weak Makuta Took over soon turning us into slaves . But how did you survived ? Lewa : Dude,I think I'm from another dimension or something . Takua : well , at least you ca help us ! Please ! Lewa : ok ... What do you need help with ? Takua : Freeing the Matorans from the evil Makuta . Lewa : What is that thing ? It looks like a bohrok-Visorak-fikou of sorts . Takua: It's a Kilksec, peacefully creatures unless you ... Lewa get's bitten by the Kilksec Takua : ... you touch it .( facepalm) TO BE CONTINUED ...
  11. Summer, a time of relaxation, peace, and beauty. Right? Wrong. Ventus trudged through the sweltering jungles of Voya-Nui. He hated this mission so much that he considered going rogue from the Order of Mata Nui, he knew he would hate it, but he wanted an excuse, any excuse to get away from maintenance back at headquarters. The temperature was easily an uncomfortable 100 degrees, the bugs were buzzing all around him as if they knew that he was very frustrated with his task at hand and wanted to annoy him even more, and he had lost a week's worth of civilized food to Brakas. "Right now, I wish I had a mask of Rahi control instead of reanimation. Who would want to ever reanimate these spawns of Makuta." Ventus said as he swatted at a group of bugs swarming around his face. His mission was simple, or so he had been told personally by Helryx. He was to land ashore on Voya-Nui and find Axxon, Umbra, and Brutaka to check on the status of the legendary Ignika, for Turaga Nuju was worried about the universe coming to an end because a few stars went out. "What a bunch of Kane-Ra dung." Ventus said "Why would the universe end just because a few stars die? Stars are supposed to die, they're created, they burn, they die, just like everything else. Ventus was supposed to land on the east side of the continent, but due to a random patrol of Dark Hunters, he had to re-rout his course to avoid them, and instead ended up on the north end of Voya-Nui. Where he fell out of his boat into the bay and climbed up the wintery beach cold and wet. After barely surviving the night, Ventus journeyed into the acursed jungles of Voya-Nui, got lost, and slept in a tree for a night, only to wake up to Brakas claw marks on his pack and that his food was missing. Despite being a Toa of air, Ventus despised the jungle. It was hot, wet, and buggy. Ventus hated a lot of things, but the core things that he hated the most were bugs, water, and Makuta. Everything else was somewhat better to an extent. Ventus started to get hungry after several hours of hiking and climbing, so he made a simple trap and waited for a Lava Hawk or something to get caught. One hour passed, nothing. Two hours passed, Ventus went to look for some fruit and returned to nothing. Three hours passed, a Taku landed near the trap and checked it out, but Ventus sneezed and it flew away. Ventus decided that trapping was far too frustrating and decided to find something and kill it himself. He got up, took his trap down, and went on a hunt. After half an hour of walking, he found a Muaka cat and began stalking it. When it moved, Ventus moved, when it stopped, Ventus stopped, when it looked around, Ventus hid. He stalked the cat for some time before he found a suitable place to ambush it; a cliff. He activated his two katana, and prepared to pounce. But just as he was about to, the Muaka had begun to struggle; it couldn't move! Ventus jumped on the opportunity and left out of the foliage. But something else had a taste for Muaka, a Dagger Spider crawled out of a large crevice in the cliff side and moved down its invisible web, where is imprisoned the Muaka in a cocoon. Unfortunately for Ventus, the Dagger Spider noticed that there was another life form in its presence and moved towards Ventus with alarming speed; fangs barred and hissing. Ventus hated all bugs, but spiders were what he hated the most from that category. The Dagger Spider was large, and its venom paralyzed, gave long, sharp pains to the body for ten minutes, and then killed. The spider propelled itself at Ventus from five feet away with its powerful hind legs and prepared to sink its teeth into Ventus. But Ventus dodged the attack and shoved both of his katana into the Dagger Spider from behind and mortally wounded it. Ventus then went over to the cocooned Muaka and sliced the cocoon open. Two things spilled out: the skeleton of a Muaka cat and hundreds of newly-hatched Dagger Spiders. Ventus ran and hid, hoping that they would not find him, but Dagger spiders preferred food that they thought would not put up much of a fight. So instead they scurried over to their wounded mother, crawled into her flesh through the wounda that Ventus' katana had made, and cannibilised the larger Dagger Spider from the inside out. It was a gruesome spectacle, but Ventus watched anyways. Not much eased him more than watching his enemies die. Especially those who stole his dinner. Ventus ignored the pangs of hunger that felt like they were stabbing his stomach and pioneered onward through the jungle, stopping for a short rest at a pond every now and then to take a sip of water. After three days in the jungle, Ventus emerged, tired, hungry, and angry. He felt like the world was against him this week and wanted to do everything it could to make his life worse. Especially since he found himself in a desolate ocean of sand. But one thing lifted Ventus' spirits; the volcano where he was supposed to meet with Axxon, Brutaka, and Umbra was in view now, and not more than a day away. Ventus hiked for hours towards the volcano relentlessly with nothing but sand and rock around him for miles. At twilight, he set up camp and rested for the night. While Ventus slept, he dreamt about what he would do next. He had been offered a large sum of widgets for taking on this mission, and he wondered about what he would buy with them. A boat? A hover bike? A vacationhome on some remote island? All of these ideas pleased Ventus. His dream of his perfect life with no worries, living in a mansion on a remote tropical island with half a dozen Ga-Matoran servants taking care of his every need, was reaching its climax when it took a turn for the worse. His mansion crumbled, a fierce hurricane like no other ravaged the tropical island until nothing remained but debris, and his servants transformed into terrifying Makuta that resembled bugs and bats. Suddenly, it all stopped. Everything disappeared. Ventus was surrounded by darkness. He saw the fabled Ignika change color from silver to black. He saw stars going out. He saw islands crumble. He watched planets freeze and die. The universe that he floated in had become a dark place of death, and apparently his mind thought that it was time for Ventus to join that universe. Ventus watched himself choke, die, and shrivel into nothing. Ventus woke up in a cold sweat, terrified. He stayed awake for several hours, looking up at the heavens. Wondering if what he had seen in his dream would become reality. Not wanting to think about it, Ventus dismissed what he had seen as just a dream and went back to sleep. This time, Ventus dreamt of traveling. He traveled across the planet to various islands and locations, he found beauty in them, and wanted to stay until the end of time. But he was forced to keep moving. Eventually he travelled into space and across two more planets. One was a lush, beautiful jungle world, the other was a desolate wasteland. He travelled farther into space and saw the three virtues: Unity, Duty, and Destiny. What he saw next was the Ignika changing from silver to gold, a Toa-like figure donning the Ignika, a large cavern, a mysterious swamp, an explosion, and a huge robot emerging from the sea. A deep voice spoke from nowhere and everywhere. "Destiny." It said. Ventus woke once more, but in a much calmer manner. He gazed into the distance toward the great volcano that loomed on the horizon. Today Ventus was going to finish his mission. He packed his things and continued his trek. He walked in silence, Thinking about the two dreams he had. One was about death, the other was about life. Were they visions? If so, what did they mean? What did the voice mean when it said "Destiny"? Ventus had so many questions. Ventus decided that he was going to consult Keetongu, a close friend of his, about these and see what he thought of the dreams. But for now, he was going to store the dreams and questions in a corner of his mind. After a long day of hiking through the dessert of Voya-Nui, Ventus arrived at his destination: the volcano. It was a majestic sight, and Ventus decided to change his view of Voya-Nui, for he decided that it was not that bad of a place at all. Now where were the three other Order members that were supposed to meet with him? Ventus tried calling their names, but nobody responded. So he decided to look around for them. After an hour of searching, Ventus gave up and sat down on a rock.. If the other Order members were too busy admiring the scenery to meet with him, he wouldn't worry about looking for them. "You're a long way from home, Toa." A voice hissed from behind Ventus. Ventus whirled around to find a cloud of protodites descending onto the ground. Instinctively, he drew and activated his katana. "Hey, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to chat." The protodites hissed. "You speak as if you are one person." Ventus said suspiciously "Why?" "Because we are one person." The protodites hissed as they took the shape of a green Skakdi. "How did you do that?" Ventus asked with amazement. "The same way that I can do this." The protodites said as they reshaped themselves into a copy of Ventus. All Ventus could do was stare at what looked like himself with awe. "So." The protodites construction on Ventus said "Where are we from? What are we doing here?" Ventus responded with the same answer that he had told dozens of people. "I'm afraid that's classified." He said. "Fine, if you won't tell me where you're from or what you're doing here, then I guess you have no further use to me." The protodites said with disappointment. Ventus knew what that meant and drew his katana, but before he could activate them, the protodites consumed them and proceeded to consume Ventus. Ventus screamed out in agony as his mask cracked and fell onto the ground with some armor and fluids drained out of his body. The protodites stopped swarming once all that was left of Ventus were his head, his torso, and an arm. "Before I kill you" The protodites said "I want you to know my name." They hissed the word "Zaktan" and began descending onto Ventus once more. But before they could kill Ventus, a figure appeared out of nowhere, bearing the legendary Kanohi Vahi, the mask of time. The figure scooped Ventus' body up and disappeared with him. Zaktan formed himself out of the protodites, sighed, and walked away. But in a laboratory on another planet, the Great Being who rescued Ventus was affixing mechanical arms and legs onto him, adding layer upon layer of armor, and finally, a helmet. Throughout the operation, Ventus screamed. It hurt more than the protodites devouring him. "There you are." The Great Being said to Ventus "Please, be still. I saved you from death, and ask one thing of you." "What is that?" Ventus said in a voice that was not his own after he had calmed down as much as possible. "That if it is necessary, you eliminate all Toa." The Great Being said. "How can I kill my own kind?" Ventus asked. "You are no longer a Toa. Your elemental powers have been stripped from you, and you are more machine that biological." The Great Being said. "If I am no longer a Toa, then I do not deserve the name Ventus." Ventus said. "Then what would you like to call yourself?" The Great Being asked. Ventus thought hard. After ten long minutes, he decided. "Marendar." He said. "Very well then, Marendar, I hope that it does not come to you needing to kill Toa, but it is your destiny. Now sleep." The Great Being said. Ventus, now Marendar, began his long sleep, waiting to be reawakened. The Great Being then attached a long cord to the back of Marendar's head and walked over to a computer. He spoke one phrase: "Download and delete memory banks." Marendar slowly began losing his memories and dreams, and soon after, had them replaced with his name and one prime directive: to eliminate all Toa if they attain too much power. -Meanwhile in another time and on another planet entirely- "Has the vision-seer been terminated?" Helryx asked as a Matoran walked into her office. The Matoran nodded. "Dismissed." Helryx said with a slight tremble in her voice at the end. The Matoran walked out. Helryx deactivated surveillance in her office, locked it, and soundproofed it. Helryx then began weeping uncontrollably, for she had ordered the death of one of her closest friends, reminding herself that it needed to be done, that he held extremely sensitive information in his mind and that she could not let this information become a security threat. But she would never live down the fact that she had essentially murdered one of the few Toa that she could call a friend. --------------------------------------------- Thank you all for reading!
  12. Welcome to the sixth installment of my new series of Bionicle flash fics, The Biological Chronicle. If you want to read the other stories in this series, you can find links to them in my signature at the end of this post. If you don't know what this is, allow me to quote from the first fic's introduction: With that out of the way, enjoy: 2006 “T-Toa Zaktan?” Zaktan, standing on a ridge that allowed him to overlook the construction of the Piraka Stronghold, glanced to his left. A Le-Matoran armed with shredder claws was standing there, obviously trembling despite his just as obvious efforts to seem natural. Zaktan vaguely recalled the Matoran as the first villager he had met when he first arrived on Voya Nui. What was his name? Piruk, maybe? “Yes, villager?” said Zaktan, using his friendliest voice (or voices, as the case was). The Le-Matoran seemed to shrink under Zaktan's gaze. Nonetheless, he managed to say, “I just came to, um, to, well, uh—“ “Spit it out,” Zaktan snapped. He caught himself, remembering that Toa were supposed to be kind to Matoran, and then said, again straining to be friendly, “What are you trying to tell me, villager? Has something happened that requires my attention?” The Le-Matoran looked down at his feet, digging his toe into the dirt. “It's just . . . well, one of the workers on Mount Valmai's slopes was . . . well, he was killed in a lava flow just a few hours ago. Balta sent me to tell you that.” The Le-Matoran looked up at Zaktan when he finished, as if expecting the Piraka to say something. It took Zaktan a moment to remember that Matoran dying was supposed to be a bad thing and that therefore he should console the Le-Matoran. The idea sickened him to his core, but the Pirakas' relationship with the Voya Nuians was already getting rocky and he could not afford to make them more suspicious. So Zaktan bent down, putting one hand on the Le-Matoran's shoulder. The villager cringed at the touch, most likely not used to the feel of Zaktan's hand. Still, Zaktan tried to give off an aura of concern, the kind he thought a Toa would show in this situation, and so looked the Le-Matoran in the eyes. “I am very sorry to hear about that,” said Zaktan, forcing every word out of his mouth. “What was his name?” “I . . . I don't know,” said the Le-Matoran, who much to Zaktan's frustration was still trembling. “I didn't know him very well.” Zaktan sighed. “Well, I'm sure his soul will join with the Great Spirit in the next life. He was probably a fine worker and I am sure his friends will remember him always.” “Some of his friends want to hold a funeral for him,” said the Le-Matoran. “Even though his body wasn't—“ “No,” said Zaktan, shaking his head. “What?” Realizing how un-Toa-like that sounded, Zaktan said in a gentler voice, “I mean, I understand what it feels like to lose a friend, but perhaps, instead of a funeral, it would be better for everyone to work a little harder. Surely he would have liked that better than everyone interrupting their normal work schedule just to mourn his death, wouldn't you say?” The Le-Matoran scratched the back of his head. “Uh, I don't know—“ “And without a body, what is there to bury?” said Zaktan as he straightened up. “Work away your sorrows, I say. It is what we Toa do whenever we lose a comrade, after all.” The Le-Matoran nodded, though whether because of fear or because he agreed, Zaktan couldn't tell. “Yes, Toa Zaktan. I'll g-go tell the others to get back to work.” The Le-Matoran scrambled away while Zaktan returned his attention to the builders of the Stronghold. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up this charade, though once the villagers finished their work here, he knew it would not be long before he and the other Piraka could show their true colors. - Comments, criticism, questions, etc. are all welcome . -TNTOS-
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    Move Along

    Well, this forum seems to be a bit slow lately, so I thought I'd post something I just threw together. I was at a conference this week when, suddenly, "Move Along" came from a nearby club, and I immediately thought of those Inika commercials, so I decided to draw Matoro, just because he's the best. I sketched it out on lined paper over the course of 45 min. or so, erasing and coming back to different areas throughout several hours until I was fairly satisfied with the result. I've been really working on human proportion lately and trying to develop my style of Bionicle drawing, so this was really a test of my newer style. I also wanted to try out some new Photoshop techniques, so I hope they don't distract too much. Move Along "...When all you got to keep is strong/ Move along, move along, like I know you do/ And even when all hope is gone/ Move along, move along just to make it through..." Credits: All American Rejects for the lyrics SheridanJ for the lens flare LEGO for being awesome and coming up with the original design Photoshop for the effects I do have a few other sketches lying around everywhere that I've just been testing with, but this one was by far the best, especially with some of those effects. I may try to post some of them later. Thanks for viewing, please comment, critique, and share...you know, if you want and all that.
  14. So, I've been needing a background for my computer, so I threw this together. I've always loved the Voya Nui Resistance Team (partially because I'm working on revamping a few), since they're some of the last survivors of the Piraka and were some of the few major Matoran heroes in the Bionicle story alongside Chronicler's Company. I hope you guys like it, feel free to use it. Viva La Resistance (It's kind of large, so wait a while) Tools Used:Adobe Photoshop 11 (copy and pasted images, erased edges, etc.)
  15. So, I was thinking about BIONICLE as I always do, when I thought of something. Voya Nui is part of the southern continent. It is also part of the roof of Karda Nui. When it blasted up in the Great Cataclysm, it created a hole in the MU. This hole created a waterfall from the Black Water in Karda Nui. When the cord linking Mahri Nui to Voya Nui was shattered, the island went back to its place in the southern continent. So I have two questions.1) Was there a giant waterfall going through the southern continent for 1000 years?2) Was there starting to be flooding when Voya Nui went back to the southern continent? Or did the Staff of Artahka fix that?
  16. Hello BZPower!Since i have been out of inspiration lately, i decided to keep myself busy by... well, by carving apples. Mata Nui: Front Sideways Better lighting (don't mind the cat hair) Voya Nui: dramatic side view thingy Top Well, i hope you like it! Let me know what you think of them, C&C appreciated.
  17. I was just reading through BS01, and I noticed that of the six Matoran that were suspicious of the newcoming "Toa" (Piraka), it was Balta and Garan that found out the truth. Highlight above for "spoiler".
  18. I've read that Voya Nui took up a large part of the Southern Continent, and I'm not sure how accurate that is. It did not have many Matoran living on it, but I know that continent was sparsely populated anyway. But still, I think if it was that big the Matoran Karzahni sent there would have not been so isolated. Also, wouldn't the hole made by a large chunk of a continent have caused much more flooding than what the waterfall depicted? I think that would cause flooding to fill Karda Nui much sooner than in a thousand years, and maybe the rest of the Matoran Universe too. The rest of the continent at least would be dominated by a massive downpour hundreds of miles across. So is it really that big and was the Southern Continent and the dome-sky over it really that messed up, or was it a smaller region with a proportionally smaller disaster when it shot to the surface?
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