Retribution

[Gamfa]

This is my first epic, and my first post on BzPower. I remember Bionicle when I was a kid, and I hit up this site, and BS01 to see how far it's come, and that got me really into it again. So I wrote this one, and I'm planning one (maybe two) sequels. So enjoy... plus if anyone knows how to do Photoshop or some graphic design as illustrations for the chapters hmu. All credit for the designs will be given to you.

 

So this story is told from the view point of four different characters, and the narrator. The narrator only appears in the prologue, epilogue, and I think three other minor times in the story. Also note, some characters will appear in other works I'm planning. Laziness problems Anyways, review this here:

 

PROLOGUE

 

This is a warning to anyone reading this story. This story is not for the faint of heart. The following tale tells the story of four beings, and how their paths crossed one fateful day.

 

It has taken me years to piece together this story, from first hand accounts, journals, etc. This is the final result. In my time, we, the descendants of a once great and prosperous universe want to capture the stories. The great wars that took place, the rise and fall of faction after faction, and the brave heroics of mighty Toa have already been told and etched into the New Atero Wall of History. Like I said, if you seek a story of how some mighty Toa hero saved the day for a Koro from some Dark Hunters, do not read.

 

You will not find that here. A tale of reward for heroics. I have seen a new generation of Toa arise. Ignorant, foolhardy, but brave. I felt the need to tell the tale of Toa who have gone wayward. These types of stories hide deep in our history, weary to rear its head to an audience. But if one digs deep, they can find tales like this, no matter how much out society wishes to hide them. But they are reflections of us which we must cast in order to protect our future. Always remember, those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

 

3000 years before Toa arrive on Mata Nui

 

This story, like all good ones, begins in a land, far far away. Zonaland, to be exact. Deep in the South of the Matoran Universe, is a massive archipelago who has never seen the light of peace, prosperity or safety. In the Eastern chain is a small island known as the Zonaland. Zona meant Black, a reference to the islands black peaks. The island was covered fro shore to shore in barren black rocky soil leading to treacherous mountains and cliffs. There was no sapient life native to the land. What lived on that Island were some of the most feared Rahi beasts ever discovered. The terms "predator" and "prey" meant nothing on the island; anything alive, even a member of the same species was considered fair game as these dark creatures struggled to survive.

 

Signs of the outside world were a rarity on Zonaland. There was an abandoned fortress, situated in a small valley. Beneath that fortress was an abundance of Energized Protodermis. Inside that factory were inactive Rahkshi shells and dead Kraata, leftovers of the Brotherhood's brief occupation of the island. On the island's shore were two boats, one smashed up onto the rocks, with clawed footprints trailing from the smashed ship.

 

The island of Zonaland was an unknown to the average Matoran walking down the street in Metru Nui. But if one were to ask a Steltian gangster or a Vortixx Smuggler, they would know of this land's secrets. The Zonaland was a small, barren, and dangerous island most beings would not know existed. The island was far from the eyes of any Toa's authority, but not far enough to inconvenience someone who needed to carry out an act in secrecy. It was here that the most feared factions and criminal enterprises did there business. If something needed to be done in the dark, the Zonaland was where it was done. And if something needed to be found, the Zonaland was where it could be found as well.

 

That is what brought Toa Noba to the island. Noba was a Toa of Psionics, clad in gold armor, with blue covering her forearms and shins. The armor she wore was scratched and pitted, badges of the battles she once fought in. Her life as a Toa spanned dozens of millennia. Now she thought that was going to be cut short.

 

Chasing behind her were black sleek, eyeless Rahi. In her native land, Kavinka were not uncommon. As a zoologist during her time as a Ce-Matoran, she studied them and other canines. The vicious Kavinka was a mere stone rat compared to what was following her. The Brotherhood called them Kyza Menka, meaning the mountain assassins. The canine like creatures were fast and very persistent. For reasons she did not know, the creatures were immune to her telepathy. Her telekinetic attacks stunned them, only for more Kyza Menka to appear. They seemed to be following her power and not even her Mask of Navigation could tell her where she could hide from them.

 

Noba looked to the sky, the black beasts roaring and howling at her. In the center of an island, about 4 mios from where that ship crashed, a pillar of green started rising in the sky. Green leaves adorned the top op brown branches of a massive tree that seemed to form from the thin air.

 

"Its about time, Verderx," she thought.

 

When the tree trunk stopped pushing into the air, grass, vines, bushes, and smaller trees shot out from the island's epicenter.

 

"Sister, follow my path," said a deep, older voice.

 

Noba focused her power onto her Mask. Flashing before her was a maze of the newly risen vegetation, winding and unfurling from the tree. Next to the maze's exit was a Toa of Plantlife, in green and blue armor. His eyes were intense focusing on the maze's exit as he plunged an elementally charged machete to the ground. She followed the path that she had been shown.

 

She enter the grass with three of the beasts in tow. As she passed a bush, a storm of thorns and leaves attacked the creatures. She looked back as one of them snuck through the trap. The Toa of Psionics swore in her mind when she saw the Rahi.

 

Turn left, a voice said.

 

But my Kanohi says-

 

Turn left, the being repeated.

 

As she turned left, she saw a ten foot tall wall of branches and vines.

 

She heard the creature's growl from behind as she moved towards the wall.

 

As she swiftly took each step towards the wall, the plants moved away from her opening up a clear path. Through that path was a makeshift orchard with her companion standing in the middle. She walked through the opening. The sole Kyza Menka in pursuit followed. The creature tried to get through the opening. As it leaped in the air, vines and branches rose up, binding the Rahi.

 

The Toa of the Green pulled his blade from the earth, stood up, and smiled

 

"Don't say anything," Noba said, forcing the words out of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath.

 

"I wasn't going to," Toa Verderx said, smiling beneath his Mask of Growth, "Now that you got the chance to see some wildlife, lets get to work."

 

An embarrassed Noba frowned as she looked around, seeing large green mounds and a scent of decay barely masked by large white flowers growing around. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw vines and grass wrap up around a crushed being's leg.

 

"Did... Did he do that?" she asked.

 

Verderx closed his eyes and lowered his head.

 

"Yes, he did."

 

Noba's eyes scanned the makeshift graves. Wrapped around by roots and leaves and grass were the remains of criminals that Verderx had discovered. The Toa quickly remembered the image of Iron spikes and shattered armor, before shivering and repressing it out of his head.

 

The Toa of Psionics looked around and saw a cave that Verderx's power covered in moss.

 

"I'll go check in there," she said.

 

Verderx warned her not to, to which she paid no mind. Verderx swore. He always hated when Noba wandered off.

 

"I think we should stop," he said as his companion turned and looked. She had a look in her eyes of worry and sadness.

 

"Stop searching for him?" she said, "Verderx, it's our duty."

 

The male Toa sat and looked at the solemn sight in front of him. A graveyard and a beautiful orchard rolled into one. He knew the two would see more things like this. It was time for him to speak up.

 

"Sister," he said loudly, hoping she could hear as her footsteps disappeared into the cave, "I've been thinking." What... Just what are we doing here? Look how far we've come from where we wanted to be, where we had hoped to be with our lives."

 

The Toa lowered his head and continued, "We've been following him for ten years now. First Xia, Stelt, Nynra, then Stelt, again... We lost him, and I finally thought we had the chance to move on. Then we went to that village, and they all recognized our armor. Because of him. They said what he did, and you want us to go back looking for him. We had to talk to some of the most unscrupulous people, and go the darkest places hoping to find him. And each day we spent looking for him was a day a Matoran in need didn't get our help."

 

He closed his eyes,

 

"And then, three months ago, we think he might be here, we take our arrangements to get, which took us two months. Two months and hundreds of widgets we didn't have to go far off, based on a whim. Then we needed to confirm he was indeed here. Then we get here, and we know he was here," Verderx said, picking up a small iron statue of a Toa.

 

He looked at it frowned and sat it back on the ground.

 

"And now, Noba, he's gone. Are we just going to keep searching for him? We don't even know if he is aware we've been following for so long, yet he seems to always be one step ahead. He doesn't stop to sleep, he doesn't take the same path twice. He's like a ghost, some type of phantom almost. And now all this time and effort wasted, an entire decade... Just because of a stupid rule in some Toa Code that people made up as they go along? Are we honestly going to--"

 

"VERDERX!" a woman said from the cave. He stood up, pulling out his two Jungle Machetes, flowing with his power ran into the cave. As he enter the the cavern's mouth, Noba ran up, the two almost crashing into each other.

 

"He's gone to Stelt!" the Toa of Psionics said.

 

Verderx had never been argumentative or confrontational. He was skilled at picking his battles, and was not going to waste his breath picking one with Noba. Whether or not he came along, Noba would still leave. The two became Toa at the same time, but with Verderx, he carried a lifetime of training and discipline from his days as a Matoran. He looked at his sister, his friend, wanting to leave and go about his life. But he knew Noba. As strong a fighter as she, she got herself into trouble very easily.

 

If something happens to her... If he does something to her.... Would he even do something if her saw her?

 

Rage, frustration and and fear all rose up and removed the reluctance in Verderx's heart.

 

Noba looked back at him, waiting for a response

 

"Let's go," he said softly, not saying a word as they walked back to their boat.

Edited March 9, 2014 by Gamfa

[Gamfa]

CHAPTER 1: THE PROTAKI

 

5 days later-Southern Stelt

 

White sand. Gentle waves crashing on the beach. An 8 foot long canister washing up on the shore. Sea birds flying around, swooping down, pecking at the metal cylinder. Another pristine morning in Stelt. One of the wealthiest and most diverse nations in the Matoran Universe. A popular tourist destination, where on its many beaches were vibrant markets and villas for the rich and powerful.

 

It was also one of the most racist, corrupt, violent, and anarchic societies in existence. One of the few places I could call home.

 

My tan eyes flashed with life as the scent of the ocean filled my nose. I crawled out of my canister. I had been in stasis for... who knows how long. It said on the machine I would arrive in a week's time, maybe sooner. I stood up, brushing the wet ivory dust off my silver and orange armor, stretching my arms wide. Stelt seemed awfully calm today. That calm distressed me; stupid mistakes were made whenever I let my guard down. A man with my duties could never let his guard down.

 

I looked back, pulling my Saw Staff from the canister. I quickly activated it, hearing the buzz, channeling my power, firing a small metal spike in the sand.

 

Toa Tool and Elemental Powers, check, I thought.

 

I focused a portion of my will power onto my face, triggering my Mask of Telescopic Vision. I began scanning and surveying the area. Straight ahead of me was a massive slum, filled with rotting buildings and rampant poverty. Behind that was Central City, the sole mark of development Stelt had to speak for. I wish I could go there for today; it had been a long time since I walked those streets. But I had business elsewhere

 

Gowena Slums

 

My name is Drexus. If you saw me walking down the street, you'd be inclined to put Toa in front of my name. It was true; biologically, I am a Toa. But I am no more a Toa then a Visorak is a Fikou. I am a Protaki.

 

Protaki is an old Matoran word, meaning fallen one. Nowadays it used exclusively to refer to Toa that have broken the Toa Code. The Toa Code are a set of rules (I prefer to call them guidelines or suggestions) that the heroes of the Matoran are expected to abide by. The best known ones: Toa do not murder, Toa should avoiding sneaking and deception to complete there duty, if one Toa on a team becomes a Protaki, the others must rise and stop him.

 

My life experience taught me that first rule was a massive hindrance.

 

As I walked through an alley in the massive slum, beneath was a now cold, lifeless Skakdi. On my face was a Mahiki. Its powers activated, the mask briefly glowing. In seconds, I became that Skakdi. Before anyone judges me, this Skakdi was a known criminal and murderer. Besides being one of Stelt's top gangsters, he was a key figure in the Steltian slave trade. No one could look me in the eye and tell me the world isn't a better place with him gone.

 

I continued down a small street into battered, shell shocked building as a Skakdi. Outside two Dark Hunters stood outside the door.

 

"Hello, Karak," said the Dark Hunter Firecadrax. I entered, trying my best to walk like the criminal I was impersonating. The Mahiki could mimic the voice, size and appearance, but the mannerisms were the things that usually gave it away

 

I needed to hurry up. I had a busy day today and I couldn't allow myself to lose track of time.

 

I walked up onto a balcony. My first target was waiting for me. I red armored man stood in front of me, a member of Stelt's ruling species. In front of me was a plate. I forgot Skakdi digested there food. I could fake eating eat but... I doubted I should risk it.

 

The man looked at me and smiled. His name was Tossorak. In the underworld, he was a slave trader, who had trafficked countless Matoran, male Vortixx, Steltians, Straza, you name it. This building where we met was a compound shared by his organization, with the Dark Hunters and the Vaza crime syndicate. I looked around the compound. All my bombs were in place.

 

"Karak, eat," he said, "No use doing business on an empty stomach."

 

I used the Mahiki to make the food disappear, trying not to wince as the foul smell of baked Stone Rat wafted into my face.

 

"I ate before I came," I said, giving my self an excuse not to finish my meal.

 

"Very well then," Tossorak replied, motioning to a Ba-Matoran to take away my food.

 

"So, as you know," the slaver continued, "A shipment is coming to Stelt. We need to transport to Xia. Now as I discussed with you last week, we have made a deal with the Vortixx. New weapons, in exchange for free labor. Now the problem is the Brotherhood. Now the Makuta here and the Makuta of Xia know what we do, but it gives them bad press if it looks like they are allowing us. So, we need to have them meet us half way on the Northern Continent. Now, we need to go to Northeast region of the Continent and meet with a Vortixx that lives there. Her name is Darbada. Afterwords, we take an underwater chute back. The Police have been raiding shipments lately, and are insisting that they take a cut, or arrest us."

 

He looked behind me. There was a brief pause, then I asked him a question

 

"When do you need me to ship out?"

 

"As soon as you tell me who you really are," he responded.

 

Immediately, he pulled out a blaster dripping with acid.

 

I smiled and asked, "What gave me a way?"

 

"Well had you done some research you would know that you, Karak, refused to work with Xians, due to their use of Skakdi for slave labor. And the fact that you ate that Stone Rat, or at least it looked like you did. There are numerous powers that could have deceived me."

 

He smiled. I could people behind me with weapons.

 

"Karak prefers to catch his own food. And he hates rodents."

 

Stupid, I said to myself.

 

"So tell me who you are."

 

My Skakdi face turned silver and became a Mahiki again. As my armor went from jet black to Silver and orange, he gasped at my appearance. Before he could yell for help Iron daggers flew at him, striking him. I turned back, firing iron balls at the beings who stood behind me

 

I turned and walked down the flight of steps, racing out of the compound. Running through the slum's alleys, I dodged blasts from Dark Hunters and gangsters and retreated into a dark building. I stood still, making no sound, listening outside. It had been four hears since I had last been on the island. Stelt's criminal element needed to know I was back. I opened the palm of my hand. Elemental energy flowed out, shaping itself into metallic molecules. I shaped them, forming a small Iron statue of myself, and set it on the ground. As I knelt, I heard a beeping coming from somewhere.

 

I created a wall of Protosteel, and hid behind it. A blast tore through the building, with sunlight entering the shattered roof. I looked up, seeing a 12 foot tall robot in front of me.

 

"Toa," the machine exclaimed, "Welcome back."

 

"Got bored without me, Automation?" I responded to the Dark Hunter.

 

"Very much so. These Toa aren't as fun to kill as you will be. They always seem to be holding back. He fired at me, as I traded in my Mahiki for a Calix. I quickly dodged them, then jumped through the roof, and sneaked into a nearby warehouse. The machine followed me, firing energy blasts the entire time. I ran down the streets, watching them get reduced to rubble by the rampaging Dark Hunter. As I stood in the warehouse, the giant gunmetal grey machine charged at me. I looked around, firing pieces of metal at every lightstone.

 

"Clever Toa, turning off all the light in here," he said, "But did you forget about my night vision?"

 

The machines eyes turned lime green and soon the machine could see crystal clear.

 

I pressed a button on a device on my wrist. A weapon appeared in my hands.

 

"No," I replied.

 

I jumped in front of the machine, firing flares at him. The machine screamed as his visual sensors burned from the intense light.

 

Automation roared in pain as I ran. I heard the robots giant footsteps chase after me. I ran, the machine knocking down small shacks and huts as he followed me. I ran straight ahead the bright light of Stelt's sun, a giant lightstone, filtered down in to an open space in the slum. I looked around a saw countless Dark Hunters, all aiming at me, with another one tracing behind me.

 

I did not come here for them. I cam here to see him.

 

There were two Protaki in that shantytown. I looked at the orange and white Toa of Plasma. Besides the color and some slight difference in design, our amor was identical. He donned a Mask of Accuracy and held a Plasma Cannon.

 

"Farsa, we meet again," I said to the Dark Hunter. He pointed his cannon at me in anger.

 

"You will address him as Meltian!" a crimson armored Dark Hunter shrieked.

 

Farsa put up a hand, signalling for his teammate to be quiet. He looked at me.

 

"Where's the box, Drexus?" he asked.

 

"I don't know," I responded, "but rest assured, I will make sure you never get your hands on it."

 

"You're surrounded. You think even have a chance of stopping me? Why would you come here anyways? Was it for me?"

 

"No," I said, "I came for him." I looked up at a two story building. A being looked out of a window. He was my third target, the third piece of my puzzle. Karak and Tossorak were slave drivers. He was their patron. He was responsible for, according to my data, 199 kidnappings, and played a role in the deaths of 14 slaves.

 

Now he would face judgment. I pulled a small black cylinder from my armor, and pressed a button. Farsa's eyes widened as he realized what I had done. The window where that mun stood ruptured from the blast. Multiple blasts erupted in the slum, each taking out gang leaders and prominent Dark Hunters. All the Dark Hunters looked back. All except Farsa. With the assassins distracted, I focused my mind on a Suva, far away, picturing a Mask of Intangibility. I triggered my new Mask's powers and phased into the ground. I flew through the earth, feeling intense heat following behind me. Plasma began dripping reducing the rock and earth to molten lava. I enter a tunnel and flew to the side, then flew back upI could feel the heat travel down the other path.

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I emerged out the ground in a warehouse far away. I looked at a small black device, a small dot glowing on its screen.

 

It was here, I thought.

 

I had spent the last 10000 years looking for it. Now it was so close to me. Finally, I could have it in my possession.

 

I looked around my makeshift house, readying myself. I had only started my day. There was still so much more that must be done.

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Tell me if this chapter was too long for one chapter.

Edited March 9, 2014 by Gamfa

[Gamfa]

CHAPTER 2: THE THIEF

 

According to ancient Steltian lore, the island had been plagued by a prince of thieves. This being emerged on the island one day, out of the darkness of the night. In one single night, he was able to steal dozens of Memory Crystals containing confidential Brotherhood secrets. This was only the beginning of his reign of terror. More and more as this dark raider of the night, this handsome, charismatic bandit stole, the more he became feared by the islanders. Telescreens would speak of priceless carving and entire bank vaults disappearing into thin air. Over time this being's crimes became etched into Steltian history, legend and culture. Who was this noble bandit, this prince of thieves?

 

It was me. I go by the name Redaz. And to think I started out as a simple Toa of Sonics. Looking at it, one could never guess. I was much taller than a Toa. Even better, my current element is Shadow. I had claws, many more powers than the average Toa, and I also donned one of those (allegedly) immoral masks. How I ended up like this is a very interesting, but long story. Another time then.

 

What was this thief of the night doing this fine morning? Why, nothing. Absolutely nothing. It had been a slow couple of months. This island had ran out of interesting things to steal. I looked around my lavish apartment. So many of the goods I amassed during my better days as a thief. Some I kept as trophies and souvenirs of my crimes. Others I auctioned to the highest bidder on the black market. It was an easy way to get rich on Stelt. Such good times.

 

Nowadays, my life consisted of staying inside, watching my telescreen. But even that grew tiresome. It was always the same jibber jabber; the Dark Hunter occupation of Metru Nui has stretched into its nth day, or some bankers transport exploded. No no no... I needed something new. Perhaps I should leave this island, find some place new to go to and steal. But then I would end up in the same place. Maybe I should change my ways and stop stea-

 

Wait a moment. I turned up the volume of my telescreen. They mentioned a person. And a place. A Toa of Iron. My eyes began widening. Gowena. Not the nicest place for Toa end up alone at night. Or during the middle of the day, for that matter. That could only mean one thing.

 

He's back. That must mean it's here.

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"What do you mean, you want out?" I asked five angry faces on my telescreen. These were my partners in crime. We're going through a bit of a rough patch.

 

"Redaz," one of them began, a member of the Nadiru species, "You haven't been the most trustworthy being."

 

All of them erupted in an uproar, saying the same thing. I abandoned them, I left them for dead in a burning building. Hmf. Ingrates. I was only trying to distract the police. Besides, I was going to come back for them later.

 

"Are you so audacious to think we would even associate with you after that?" my Vortixx companion said.

 

"Come now, think about how much money we can make. Besides, we can always split it." Not evenly of course. They all had day jobs, so why should they get such an extravagant sum?

 

"Goodbye, Redaz," the Nadiru said. One by one they all disconnected. Guess I will have to do this by myself. Wait, let me call my Matoran friend, see if he was too busy today.

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Bolts of Shadow and Rhotuka spinners bounced off each other as I teleported around the crowded hall, trying to bring down as many guards as I could. One of them fired a spinner as I latched onto one of the titans. I took him with me, teleporting him in front of the spinner. I watched as the titan fell down, muscles locking into place. Another guard fired at me. I dodged, then focused my hypnosis, taking over him. The giant fired his spinner at the new-coming guards, bringing them down.

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

 

A blast from outside tore down the wall. On the outside, the guards were in a shoot off with a Toa of Iron and the police. How deliciously chaotic.

 

I would have loved to stay and watch, but alas. I was needed elsewhere.

 

Hello? A voice in my head said.

 

What do you want driver? I responded.

 

Do you see what's going on out there, he said as the building was rocked by more explosions, Ten minutes. I''m counting. If you're not back in ten minutes, I'm leaving.

 

I turned myself intangible and phased through the floor. It was in the basement somewhere, that much I was sure.

 

The compound I was robbing belonged to a Steltian named Duzu. He was a wealthy trader on the island's black market. He also had something I wanterd. Now I was merely going to steal it and call it a day, but my silver and orange friend refused to follow the path of simplicity. For reasons I could not fathom, the Toa had been searching for the box for many years. Now it was so close to both of our grasps. However, whereas I was going to use stealth to get it, the Toa planned on using brute force. Before I even began floating down the floor, Duzu had already been killed, along with dozens of police and gangsters. But up there, that Toa was still there.

 

I smiled when I saw it. The garbage disposal. Duzu would keep it in the last place anyone would look for it. I phased through the door, drooling at finally getting my claws on -

 

A jolt of energy sent me back. Anti-intangibility barriers were becoming far too common these days. To add insult to injury, there were no windows or openings in the vault. And I cannot teleport if I can't see where I'm going.

 

Plan B. I teleported out of the camber and flew up entering a hallway. Now where was the garbage disposal? I ran down the hall, opening a small metal door. Sadly, the chamber was too far to see. I had no choice but to fly through.

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The trash room was full of, well trash. Loads of it. I was looking for a hexagonal black cylinder, with 26 rows. Broken pieces of metal, used Kanoka, and shattered tablets started levitating. No where to be seen. More pieces started floating when I head the door open. Invisibility was a great power to have at times like these. I saw a Ta-Matoran, one of Duzu's men. A quick peak in his mind revealed he was looking for the box to take it for himself.

 

We went straight into a corner, digging briefly before pulling out the box. Now, the question of the day? Do I use my mind control? No, too easy. It had been a long time since I used my mask.

 

"Fire-spitter," I called out, making myself visible again.

 

"Intruder!" he responded, aiming, of all things, a Cordak blaster

 

"It's me Duzu," I said. He was about to call me out on my obvious bluff when I triggered my Kanohi. Then I told him the truth. I was Duzu, the real one, who had been banished to an alternate reality by the Great Beings, unable to come back till my impostor died. Masks of Deceit. Ah, so useful. Of course, they only worked if the user knew what she or he was saying was not true. I watched as the Ta-Matoran handed me the box, when I heard a crunching sound.

 

It's him

 

"You!" he exclaimed. I began rising from the dump and through the chute. Ah freedom. The hustle and bustle of Stelt. I saw my getaway vehicle in down two blocks away. There was a very angry Toa behind me. I turned and smile, vanishing away.

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The Le-Matoran operator of a nearby airship began flying away, watching the police obstruct him commute by redirecting traffic from the compound.

 

My body soon appeared in the airship, the sound of the parting air covered up by a gasp.

 

"How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" the Le-Matoran said angrily.

 

I didn't respond. I merely tossed him the box. His eyes widened. He pressed on one of the sides, Matoran letters appearing on the box. He swiped through the alphabet.

 

"Is this the real deal?" he asked

 

"Check the scanner."

 

I turned on my telescreen, seeing only a Nadiru's face.

 

"Impossible," he said.

 

I laughed and smiled proudly before cutting the transmission. Vindication left such a wonderful taste in my mouth.

 

"Spread the word," I said to my driver. "5,000,000 widgets starting price, auctioning off tonight. Tell the Vaza, the Xians, the tribe leaders, the bandits, anyone who might want it. Tell them to send a representative to my compounds. Only two guards per rep, keep it low on the weaponry. We don't want this to get ugly."

 

The Matoran nodded.

 

"And don't let the Brotherhood know, obviously. They'll just send Rahkshi and tear down my building. Oh, and don't tell the Dark Hunters. Let's do our best to keep the factions out of this.," I said, sitting down, ecstatically, "I can finally cross this of my lift of life goals."

 

"So what's my cut, Redaz?"

 

"Ten percent seems fair enough." The entire ship spun violently, knocking me out of my seat before I could react.

 

"You were saying?" the Matoran said with a smug smile on his face.

 

"Fine. Twenty five percent."

 

"Now we're talking."

 

Next Chapter

The Hunter

Edited March 12, 2014 by Gamfa