Four Matoran stood gathered around a faded yellow map, creased from many folds over the years. One Matoran, with white and gray armor, held a torch aloft; one, with bright red and yellow armor, held the map. One with blue and red armor carried a burlap sack filled with supplies and had a frying pan strapped to his hip; and the final member of the group was clad in dark red and black armor.
“Are you sure that we’re in the right place?” the map holder asked, pointing to their location upon the map once again. “I’m pretty sure we’ve walked past the statue of Turaga Vakama drowning in moldy socks about six times now.”
“You’re wrong, Jaller,” said the torch holder. “We’re over here - in the mountain pass. Well, it looks like a mountain pass on the map, at least. It looks more like a giant muaka died than anything.”
“Don’t be gross, Mazeka,” the red and black armored Matoran snapped, fiddling with a plastic spoon. “I’m telling you that we’re on the right track - Voltex said this was the right path.”
“We don’t even know Voltex, Vultraz!” Mazeka responded. “I don’t care if he said he used to be iBrow, he doesn’t look anything like him!”
“Believe what you want,” Vultraz said, “but you decided to come along with me, and I’m in charge. I say we trust Voltex, which means we follow the path that Voltex gave us. Is that understood? Or do I have to leave you behind?”
“No,” Mazeka muttered. “I wanna get rich too.”
“Then let’s stop squabbling like birds and get a move on,” Vultraz said, continuing down the path. “Come on!”
The others hurried forwards, Jaller folding the map up and tucking it into a pouch hanging on his shoulder and Mazeka doing his best to keep the entire group within the light of the torch. He had already made the mistake of allowing Jaller to leave the circle of light once; some sort of spidery creature had very nearly eaten the Ta-Matoran before the others had realized what was going on.
“Do birds actually squabble?” asked the fourth member of the party. “I’ve always wondered that.”
“Shut up, Takua,” Mazeka said. “You have not, you big fat liar.”
As the blue and red Av-Matoran fell silent, Jaller spoke up again: “What exactly are we looking for, Vultraz?”
“Bionicle is beginning again,” the Shadow Matoran answered, pulling a sword from its sheath at his waist and examining the blade. “Voltex told me of a mythical Kanohi mask that had been used to foretell it. He also accidentally informed me that whoever wears this Kanohi, whether they be Matoran, Toa, or some other being, shall become a king.”
“King of what?” Jaller asked.
“I dunno,” Vultraz said, shrugging. “I just thought it sounded cool.”
“What if it turns you ugly?” asked Takua.
“Takua, I swear to Mata-Nui, if you open your mouth one more time, I’m going to throw you off the next cliff I see,” Mazeka said.
“Play nice, Mazeka,” Vultraz ordered. “The chamber of the mask requires four beings to open. We need to keep Takua alive until then.”
“I might allow you to kill him. Or I might allow him to kill you. How does that sound, Takua?”
Takua shrugged, downcast, and Mazeka rolled his eyes irritably. The Ko-Matoran stomped forward, with the intent of “accidentally” leaving Takua behind - but unfortunately for him, he walked right into Vultraz, who had stopped without warning. With a cry, Mazeka fell backwards and dropped the torch; while Jaller and Takua combined managed to catch him, the torch rolled back down the hill they had been climbing, and vanished out of sight into the darkness.
“...anyone have a light?” Mazeka whispered.
“We don’t need one. We’re here,” Vultraz said from somewhere in front of him. “Come, put your hands on mine - theoretically, that should open the door.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Mazeka asked, stepping forward carefully.
“Then we shall undoubtedly be eaten by spiders,” Vultraz said, grabbing his hand and pulling it forward. “There - leave it there. Takua, Jaller, hurry up.”
“We’re coming,” Jaller huffed. “Calm your horses.”
The four Matoran had hardly held their hands against the rock wall in front of them for a moment when there was a blinding flash of green light and they felt the world spin around them.
Who enters the Chamber of the Mask?
“I do!” Vultraz announced, working on the assumption that the others could hear the voice in their heads as well. “I, Vultraz!”
What do you wish to claim?
“I wish to claim the great Kanohi mask,” Vultraz said, “and become King!”
Ah, but King of what?
“This guy is like Takua,” Mazeka muttered. “This conversation is already hopeless.”
“Shut up and let him focus,” Jaller hissed.
“King of Bionicle!” Vultraz yelled. “That is my title! Vultraz, King of Bionicle!”
Then King of Bionicle you shall be, Vultraz.
Slowly the world stopped spinning, revealing the surrounding area to be a massive, empty chamber - except for the pedestal in the center, upon which sat a golden mask; the great Kanohi of legend. A soft glow seemed to emanate from the mask, as it floated up into the air and towards the four Matoran.
“I don’t like this,” Takua said.
“Shut up,” Mazeka said.
Reaching out, Vultraz grabbed the great Kanohi mask, wasting no time in shoving it upon his face. For a brief moment his whole being glowed gold; then the great Kanohi fused onto his old mask, giving the impression that Vultraz wore a crown. The Shadow Matoran turned to the others, seeming confused.
“How do you feel?” asked Jaller.
“Really powerful,” Vultraz said. “You know, like that feeling when you know that if you really wanted to, you could vaporize everyone in the room.”
“...no, we’re not familiar with that feeling,” Mazeka said slowly.
“Whatever,” Vultraz said, shrugging and glancing around. “You know, I really thought ultimate power would be more difficult to obtain.”
“Technically it was,” Jaller pointed out. “It took you six years, and you had to go through how many dimensions?”
“But I only learned about the great Kanohi mask this morning,” Vultraz said. “It took us less than a day to get up here and seize control of the universe. Somebody up there clearly wasn’t watching the security footage of the universe.”
“So now what are you gonna do?” asked Jaller.
“Who knows?” Vultraz said, shrugging. “I feel like I might go golfing. Or maybe start a zoo… or summon a herd of Guckoo birds to terrorize the village we passed on the way up. They need to learn to fear their new king.”
“So that’s it?” Jaller asked. “You’re just going to terrorize the world?”
“Basically,” Vultraz said. “at some point I’ll power you guys up so that you can help.”
And that was that.
Just something I whipped up today. People were comparing the golden mask in the official Bionicle 2015 art to Vultraz's mask and making "King Vultraz" jokes, which culminated in this piece here. Upon viewing the picture I was inspired to toss this little story together; for those of you who read the Vultraz's Diner series, this can be considered canon. It takes place many, many years (or perhaps just one year) after One Last Stop. But none of that is required reading.
Anyway don't expect any more of this, I've got my hands full with the Mafia epics and my FTL story.