Grey Snow Posted December 24, 2011 Share Posted December 24, 2011 (edited) The first three books can be found here.I don't know why it took me so long to post this. I've been sitting on it for a bit over a year, I think. Well, no more. Here it is.I should note, the final seven chapters are missing. Lost/stolen flashdrive, no will to rewrite those chapters, which I literally wrote in about one day (I marathoned through it). Instead, there are descriptions of what happened in each chapter. Anyway, here it is.Legacy 1: The Shadow Approaches—Teridax Comes! “What is it?” He heard being questioned of him by a soft voice in his ear. He turned, catching a fleeting glimpse of a robed figure. This figure turned towards him, hood up, darkness swirling around his body, obscuring his form. He held a hand out to Mata Nui, the golden figure as he saw staring at the dark night sky above. The figure flickered as his robe continued in constant movement around him. Mata Nui almost reached out to touch the hand. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know who or what this was, but he had a strong feeling he did, that deep down, he knew and wanted to make contact, as if his life depended on it. Who was this? Who or what could make Mata Nui feel this way? How could Mata Nui feel so…alien, even on a world that accepted him? A world that he now had control over the civilizations of? He made this world for the better by conquering it. Was this specter trying to tell him something? Trying to use a connection to tell him something? No. How could that be? What he had done was righteous. He had no sins. By conquering Bara Magna he wasn’t creating evil. He wasn’t being evil. On the contrary, he was bringing hope to a world that had none to begin with. This world was only thriving, living, because of him. If he hadn’t done what he had done, then Tuma would have won. He would have the entire infrastructure of Bara Magna under his control. Or maybe not. Maybe he would have thrown men at the Elemental Lords and the Holy Spherus Magna Empire until either he was out of an army, or, he had won. Mata Nui had no doubts that Tuma could have crushed the Empire, if he planned properly. He knew that Tuma was a powerful combatant, and a good general in the ways of strategy. He could have easily won, especially with Branar’s help, since Branar was gifted with the powers over rock, making him an invaluable asset to any battle. But the Lords were in a far different class. Mata Nui only defeated them because of the Ignika’s power of Life, and any powers he was given in absence of those that were stripped from him. Only through Life had he ended the lives of the Lords and brought any enemy forces to their knees before him, before his unified people. Was this vision trying to tell him something? Tell him he was wrong? He didn’t know why he felt that way. He didn’t even know who or what this specter was. For all he knew, it could have nothing to do with what Mata Nui was currently feeling, but for all he knew, it had everything to do with it. This specter could have been a vision of death, claiming that Mata Nui’s way was wrong, and he should accept death. As he stared at the figure, unsure of whom had spoken to him in that feminine voice, he watched. The figure lifted its hands to the hood, and pulled back, revealing its face to him. Before his mind could recognize the face, it was gone. It was blank before him. He knew there were features there, but his brain couldn’t remember them fast enough, thus making the face appear blank before him. What could this be? Was it a real vision, or was he just overworking himself, or something like that? Mata Nui had no idea at all. “Great Being!” Mata Nui shouted, throwing himself to his feet, “That’s what you are! You are a Great Being!” “I’m a Great Being? I think you’re tired, Mata Nui.” The feminine voice said. The voice had come from right behind the Great Being image before Mata Nui. He blinked, clearing his eyes, and the image was gone, replaced by the sleek armored woman who was standing there, trying to get his attention. He offered up a weak smile to her, “Oh, Fracta. Good to see you.” She shook her head, “So, you think of me as a Great Being?” She questioned, “Am I that good? Am I that superior of a guardian that you would attribute me to being some otherworldly being of great power and reverence?” He shook his head, “I’m sorry, Fracta. I was just tired, I think, and I started to think about the Great Beings, and…” “You thought about them?” She questioned, “Do you have any idea how you can contact them yet?” She had a childlike glee about her at the subject of the Great Beings. Despite being a stoic, a deadpan snarker from time to time, she had a childlike innocence about her whenever the Great Beings were brought up, because of Mata Nui’s promise to help her and all of the Sisters of the Skrall to find the Great Being Angonce, the one who supposedly gave the Sisters their telekinetic powers. “No, I’m no closer to figuring that out. I’m sorry.” He said. She shrugged it off, having heard it many times when she had questioned him in the past. Denial seemed to fit her. Acceptance of denial, however, didn’t. He knew that even if she appeared to accept the fact that he was no closer to his promise, she didn’t like that. She tried to be supportive, but just couldn’t be. It wasn’t in her nature. Her nature was to get answers, get to the truth of the matter, and hopefully, get to Angonce and gain even greater powers, as well as get off of the world of Bara Magna. Life was hard on the planet. He didn’t look down on her for wanting to leave. Many would probably want to leave, had they the chance. He too wanted to leave. He had to get back to his true home, to a giant robot that was probably currently in space, potentially conquering other planets, with millions of beings inside of its body. His people were trapped all because of him. He had failed them. Makuta now controlled his world. Makuta, his greatest enemy, had taken over his body and was causing as much havoc as he probably could, Mata Nui was sure. He was probably taking pleasure in hurting his new subjects, crushing any hopes of survival, of rebellion. There was no doubt about that. He was a tyrant. He would live to crush hopes and dreams, even if those dreams were of surviving until the next day. “You lost in thought again?” Fracta questioned. She bent over, looking up into his eyes. They were staring into nothing. They even looked blanched, almost white. His blue eyes, now white, made him look like he had gone blind. “Mata Nui?” She questioned, reaching out to touch him. Before her hand touched him, she felt a static sensation around his body. She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t like it. She pulled back, and looked up, but his eyes were the same. He was still completely unresponsive. She supposed she could give him a nudge by using her powers, but feared for what they could do to him, even if she did regulate them. Instead, she put her hand up again, feeling that same static sensation. This time, she ignored it and pressed closer to his body. The sensation grew as she moved her hand, and when she actually touched him, she felt a shock erupt down her spine. Her mouth hung open in shock. Her eyes were wide open, also blanched to a nearly white appearance, almost looking blind, just as Mata Nui did. She saw what he saw. She saw what the Mask of Life, the Kanohi Ignika, was showing. While Mata Nui had overridden its mind, it still had some control deep down inside of it, hidden in places Mata Nui couldn’t get at. These hidden locations of the Ignika preserved a protocol, not actual will or power. It only allowed for protocols to be followed. When the Elemental Lords had attacked, and Mata Nui was without all of the Life based powers of the Ignika, the protocol had activated and given him some new powers. When the Life powers came back after the Lords were defeated and killed, the protocol activated once more, stripping him of those new powers. The protocols were there to help the wearer of the Ignika in any way it could help. In this case, it was sending a warning to Mata Nui, one that would need to be followed if he wanted to live. What she saw startled her, and also excited her at the same time. She saw space, hoping for a way off of the planet. Then, she saw the point of the vision. She saw something that made her skin beneath her armor crawl. She saw a massive robot hurtling through space at breakneck speeds, heading towards the barren planet of Bara Magna. It had been two years since Mata Nui had known this figure, she knew. She could feel a sense of nostalgia through the Kanohi. Two years ago. What had happened then? She pulled away and fell to the ground. She looked up as Mata Nui was coming back around. He looked down and extended a hand. She took it gratefully and came back to her feet with his help. “What was that?” She questioned softly. The silence of the cold, dark desert night only added a sense of eeriness to the entire situation. It almost scared Fracta. “That was my old body.” He told her, “The body that the Great Beings gave me.” “That was it?” She asked, “That looked amazing!” “I don’t know how I’ll get it back.” He told her, ignoring her comment, “I need to, and soon. I know that he’s coming here…” “Who? The person in control of your body?” She asked. He nodded, “Makuta Teridax. He’s coming here for me. He banished me two years ago. Now he’s coming here. I suspect he’s finally started to crush all rebellions, and learned to use his powers. Maybe he’s conquered planets and has just happened across Bara Magna. I don’t know what’s happening, all I can promise is it’s not a good thing that he’s coming.” “How will we stop him?” Fracta asked, “My Sisters and I will do whatever we can to help you! Maybe we could attack his mind…” “He’s too large of a machine.” Mata Nui said, “You would have to be right up there to even consider getting at his mind.” “We’ll find a way…” “If he sees people coming at him, no matter how small they are compared to him, he will crush them. You will lose your lives.” “We are willing to sacrifice our lives for you! You know that!” Fracta said. “I know, but I won’t allow you to do it for nothing!” Mata Nui said, walking towards the throne room of Roxtus. “Where are you going?” She called. “To compose a message.” He replied simply. As daybreak struck, the sunlight flittered down on everyone. Having ridden hard through the entire night, all of the leaders of Bara Magna were present. Mata Nui looked up to the sky. He wondered if this was the last sunrise that they would see before the violence, the combat, began. He hoped they would have more before he would have to own up to his own mistakes, to his mistakes of allowing Teridax take control, of losing his own world and causing such strife to fall on such good people. He looked from his raised position down on everyone else. He saw Crotesius of Vulcanus, Congelo of Iconox, Folium of Tesara, Egil of Tajun, and Malum as the representative of the Sand Tribe. Among these men were others, warriors of the Tribes. He glanced slightly to the side, looking at Fracta and her Sisters of the Skrall. He also saw the assembled generals of his army standing nearby, consisting of Tarix, Ackar, the Special Corp. Skrall Vires, and the named Skrall, Validus. Looking out at the entire crowd as a whole, Mata Nui took a deep breath, and let out his explanation. “I summoned all of you on such short notice because of some dire news I discovered last night.” He started simply. “What sort of dire news?” Crotesius questioned, “What is the nature of it?” “I’m getting to it.” Mata Nui said. “Before you tell us, what I mean is, what does it concern?” The Fire Agori asked, “Do we really need to have so many of our representatives here?” “It’s war.” Mata Nui said grimly. Crotesius stopped his questioning and nodded slightly, but spoke up again, “But war against whom? Who else is there left?” “An otherworldly threat.” Mata Nui simply said. There were whispers going through the ranks of men before him. He waited for them to die down, and then continued. “My old body comes here. It will be here today at the earliest, a week from now at the latest. My greatest enemy is in control of the body and is coming to kill us or enslave us all. He’s after me, specifically, I’m sure. And because I’m here, none of you are safe.” “I heard the stories.” Ackar said, “You told me them. How are we to fight a massive machine such as that?” “Forty million feet.” Mata Nui told everyone, giving them the scale, “And we can’t. None of us can fight such a monstrous machination of the Great Beings.” “Then are we to submit?” Malum shouted, lifting a fist in gesture, “My people will not surrender, no matter the size!” “Listen to me.” Mata Nui said calmly, “If you want to fight, you can. No doubt he’ll send out his own army to overrun us on the ground, rather than waste his time stepping on the ants we are to him. There is one thing, however.” “And that is?” Malum demanded. “While you all fight his ground forces, I won’t be.” “What?” Malum shouted, “You would abandon us and flee?” “No, I will not abandon you. I will not leave you. I would never flee this fight.” Mata Nui said, “I want my old people back. I want to give them their lives back. That requires me to defeat Makuta Teridax and reclaim my body.” “But you just said…” Malum started. Mata Nui shook his head, cutting Malum off, “No. You see, what I must do is something different from all of you. As of today, there is only one rule when the day comes that Teridax arrives. That rule is to survive. Survive by any means. Kill whatever you must to survive. Just survive and make sure everyone you can see survives. Destroy anything trying to kill you, kill any of Teridax’s forces as they come for you. Just survive. “While you do that, and I know I can count on you to do so, I shall be fighting Teridax myself.” “How will you do that?” Congelo asked, “Does your Ignika have that much power?” Mata Nui shrugged, “I don’t know. What I do know, however, is that there is something on this planet that can even the struggle.” “There is?” He heard someone from the ranks of the warriors shout. He nodded, “Yes.” He gestured to the main structure of Roxtus, beyond the city walls. From the distance, it looked like a giant head in the sand. “That.” He said, “That, and every other structure in this area like it.” “We’ve seen those before, but never knew what they were.” Congelo said, “Could you fill us in on what you mean exactly?” “Certainly.” Mata Nui said, “I’ve been checking around, those pieces that look like body pieces are just that. Another giant machine was being constructed here, and it is now in ruins. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I just know it is. I shall see to it that it is rebuilt, and I shall use it to fight Teridax until I can reclaim my old body and end the threat to you, my new people, and to my old people trapped inside of the Great Spirit body.” “How will you reconstruct the new body?” Ackar asked, stepping forward. “I shall get as many volunteers as I can, and I will join them in dragging it back together.” Mata Nui said, “But we must hurry, time is of the essence.” He looked to the sky, “five months ago the Lords were defeated. I only wish I realized this body was here back then. I fear it’ll take that long to get it all together…”Mata Nui faces a darkness in his path as Teridax draws ever closer. Next time, Legacy 2: The Shadow Falls—Mata Nui vs. Teridax!Review Edited December 24, 2011 by Lord Koji Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted December 25, 2011 Author Share Posted December 25, 2011 Legacy 2: The Shadow Falls—Mata Nui vs. Teridax! Mata Nui oversaw the Agori workers as they put all of their muscle into the task at hand. He had instructed these volunteers to begin at Roxtus, and drag the head of the machine towards the heart of the civilized Bara Magna. In the other parts of Bara Magna were his other generals, watching over the work being done. When they ran out of generals, volunteers took over to watch over the work at hand. Mata Nui had promised that once the head had been moved, he would help the others. He was using his powers of Life to bring the sands to life and help coerce the head to move, using what he could without using too much to help the movement along. He had been told that the other locations were using vehicles to help with the pulling and yanking, in place of his powers to help them. When he received a report of Fracta’s status, he had learned that she was using her fragmentation mental attack to blow sand away from the parts, helping to dislodge them. Things were going according to plan thus far. Mata Nui wasn’t sure how far away Teridax was, but he was sure he would arrive shortly. He had to be finished by then. As he saw that this group was getting along with the help of the animated sand, he departed. He knew that the sand would stay active as long as he didn’t remove the life from it. He would have to go and grant life elsewhere to help the process along. He swung up onto his Rock Steed and rode hard towards the next location, and then the next and the next, hitting them all in turn, bringing the sands to life everywhere in an attempt to ease the process of building this machine along. After having been at it all day, Mata Nui sat alone in the middle of nowhere, a fire burning in front of him. He looked up to the sky, wondering how far away his enemy was, and how long they would have to prepare. He saw a shadow approaching. Click, the Scarabax beetle on Mata Nui’s shoulder, reacted to the presence, but not Mata Nui. He wasn’t as jumpy. “Ackar, please, sit.” Mata Nui said, gesturing to the spot beside him against another boulder. Ackar sat in the sands, leaning against the rock, “Thanks.” He said, resting his sword on his knees, complete with the entire baldric and sheath. He just didn’t want to wear it at the moment, he wanted it out of the way. “How is the work coming along?” Mata Nui asked. He nodded, “It’s all good, especially with the vehicles and your living sand.” He said. He looked out into the night sky as he spoke the next lines he had, “You would know if you were there more.” “Well, excuse me for having to go everywhere!” Mata Nui said sharply. “I realize that, but you could have continued to make the rounds, circling closer and closer as we got closer and closer.” Ackar said, “You essentially watched Roxtus, then came to all of us, then left for…I don’t even know where. Mata Nui, we’ll gladly do this for you, but it would help to know that our leader is at least in the area to help us out, even if it’s only by his mere presence and checking up on us time to time.” “I was busy…” “With what?” Ackar questioned, “You know, this is how the Elemental Lords were too. They had us doing their bidding, and never appeared. “I’m different.” Mata Nui said. “How so?” Ackar questioned. “The Lords were ruled by greed. I’m ruled by my devotion to my friends.” Mata Nui told Ackar, “I did what I had to do.” “And what was that?” Ackar asked. “I found solitude for myself, and began to reflect.” He replied, “I learned what I had to do, and my resolve to win.” He rose, looking at the dark sands around him, “I decided that no matter what, I must do what I can to win this fight. I cannot allow all of this,” he gestured out, “no matter how barren it is, to fall. This is a world full of hope. Look at this place of death. It was changed to one of hope by you people here, after so much oppression, after so many hardships.” Ackar rose and shook his head, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “It’s because of you that we were able to change this world into what it currently is.” “I was only the catalyst.” Mata Nui said, shaking his head, “It’s because of you and the others of this world.” Ackar decided not to argue. He looked out with Mata Nui at the silent majesty of this world of sand and death. A world of hope, hope for the future. “We cannot allow the Makuta to take this place.” Ackar said, shaking his head, “Mata Nui, do you even have a plan for when he arrives here?” “No, I’m afraid I don’t.” Mata Nui replied, “And I can’t create one until I know what my robot body is.” “Ok, do you know any weaknesses of the body you once had?” He questioned. Mata Nui shrugged, “I don’t know, unfortunately. I really don’t know. I was asleep for so long, I forgot so much…” Ackar nodded, “I understand. Just try to think, when you get a chance to.” “I know.” Mata Nui answered. He touched Click, who sat on his shoulder. He looked to Ackar, “Tomorrow I’ll be more involved. I’ll see to it that I’m at all of the sights multiple times.” Ackar nodded, “I know the men would really like seeing you around.” “Then I’ll do my best to get around.” Mata Nui answered, sitting down. Ackar sat beside him, sitting in silence with his friend. “Ackar, do you have any ideas for the defenses you can use yet?” Mata Nui asked, “We don’t know where this battle will happen, other than it should be in this area, if Teridax wants to get at me.” Mata Nui said. Ackar shrugged, “I don’t know what environmental factors we can use. We could use the heat, of course, to wear some enemies down.” “His main army, I’ll assume, will be mechanical beings called Rahkshi.” Mata Nui said, “Heat won’t slow them.” “Sand could.” Ackar said. “Clog the joints?” Mata Nui asked. Ackar nodded, “Knock enough down, they can’t function properly…” “That could very well work.” Mata Nui said, nodding to Ackar, “Good, any other ideas?” “We’ll have to keep our men scattered, so we’re not one sitting target.” Ackar said, pointing up to a small mountain range, “We’ll keep some up there to descend.” He pointed to the White Quartz, “And there.” The Black Spikes, “And there.” “And then the rest will be on the ground, scattered?” Mata Nui asked. He nodded, “Yeah, that’s the plan I see thus far.” “How many men do you think we’ll use?” Mata Nui asked. “Depends.” Ackar replied, “How many do you think he’ll send?” “More than we have.” Mata Nui assured him, “But we make up for it in skill.” “You hesitated.” “They have powers.” Mata Nui said. “So, they’re back on top.” Ackar said. “I hate to admit it, but yes.” Mata Nui said, “We just can’t get a break on this. They’re going to be on top of this fight, I’m sure.” “Do you think that your people could help us?” Ackar asked. “Only if they found a way around Teridax’s universal control.” Mata Nui replied, “He might let them fight for their freedom for a time, but when it comes to this upcoming battle, he might silence them all so he can have the most men possible.” “But couldn’t they get out with the enemies?” Ackar asked. “If Teridax is paying close enough attention, then no.” Mata Nui replied, “They could, but I’m not sure about that.” “So we shouldn’t count on them.” Ackar said disappointedly. “They’ll have their own battles to fight, I’m sure. We can’t count on them, but we can hope, at least.” Mata Nui said, “Hope is all we have sometimes.” “Like when you arrived?” Ackar asked. Mata Nui smiled, “Still now, that’s all I have. It’s all I’ve ever had on this planet.” He said. “Look where it’s gotten you.” Ackar said, “You lead this entire planet.” “Yeah…but we might soon fall.” “Forget about that.” Ackar said, “Just remember what you’ve done. You’ve given us all a chance to live with freedom. You’ve helped us cast away chains of oppression, especially with the Skrall. We can do this, Mata Nui, and even if we can’t, you’ve given us so much in exchange.” “Even if it was short lived?” “Even then.” Ackar confirmed. Mata Nui smiled, “I’ll remember that. Those words will help carry me through the battle to come.” He told Ackar. Ackar smiled, “Happy to be of service to you, then.” The two comrades sat together before the blazing fire, watching the darkness of the night sky, waiting for what the next day would bring. Mata Nui stood surveying the completed work. It had taken three more days, but they had done it. Ackar believed that Mata Nui showing up personally to the sites had helped the men to finish their work, that it had raised their morale. Mata Nui wasn’t sure, but he knew that it was done, and that’s what mattered to him. He didn’t want to appear selfish, but he knew that it had to matter the most since all of their lives hinged on it. He was so impatient at this moment, and so nervous as well. He wanted to get it together, but he wasn’t sure if it would even function, or go together, for that matter. He wasn’t sure of anything. It would be a hit or miss situation here. He prayed that it would work. Walking towards it, he held his hand out. The jumble of mechanical parts started to spring to life, invigorated with the powers of the Ignika. Letting loose even more power, they started to hover into the air around each other, floating around, as if watching each other through unseeing, nonexistent eyes. Finally, the pieces started to fall to the ground. The feet came first, and then legs, and then the body, and then arms, and finally, the head that was once Roxtus, the crown city of Bara Magna. Homes were gone, some lives were now in despair because these structures had to be moved around for the robot to be complete. It was a sacrifice that they had all been willing to make, if the robot worked or not, for at least one attempt to be free for the rest of their lives. This was an enemy nobody but Mata Nui could fight, that nothing but this machine could face off against. Even if their homes were gone, this was worth it, even if they died in the struggle, because their brethren, their friends, family, they would all live on, hopefully, into a bright future full of new promises. Now, as the robot body he would occupy stood before him, towering off into the clouds, a gray color that had once been silver, but had lost its luster, all hopes resided on this machine. The head, he noticed, appeared almost like a helmet. It looked more like a warrior than his normal body was, but he knew that wasn’t the case. He already knew that this body wouldn’t be as powerful as the other one was, despite this one’s appearance. Appearances weren’t everything. Mata Nui looked to the sky as he saw a glimmer of something. He turned towards Ackar, “Tell everyone! He approaches!” Ackar nodded, “Most are in place.” He confirmed, getting onto his Rock Steed. He rode as fast as it would take him to set off the strings of commands. Mata Nui looked at the prototype body before him. He looked towards Ackar, and let out a shout. Ackar turned, but kept riding. Mata Nui touched Click, transforming him. He threw Click, making him spin and slice through the air. Ackar caught him out of the air and nodded as he rode out of eyeshot. Mata Nui looked at the body and walked towards it. He touched the leg and closed his eyes, focusing his power into the Ignika alone. His body began to disintegrate. Soon, it was only a pile of sand. The Ignika floated into the air and into the chest cavity. The opening closed itself as soon as the mask entered inside of it. Inside there were many control panels lining the walls with displays all over the place. The Ignika set itself down in the center and came to life. Life flushed through the entire robotic body, bringing every system online. The green eyes of the robot activated. It looked up at the oncoming figure of Teridax, and quickly tested every limb, every movement, making sure it all worked properly. He didn’t want to begin the fight only to discover nothing worked. He had the Ignika fueling and powering the robot, but he had no idea what it would do. He had no idea how strong his energy blasts that he felt he could do would be, or if they would be Life or not. He had no idea about anything. But that was about to end. He would do a trial by fire. Teridax touched down. His body towered over Mata Nui’s. Mata Nui came up to just below Teridax’s shoulders. The larger, more complex looking machine regarded Mata Nui’s body with crimson eyes, and then spoke with a deep, shadowy voice that felt like the darkness personified. “That’s how you wish to fight me?” He chuckled, “In such a scrap of junk!” “It’s all I can do.” Mata Nui said, taking a step back to gain some distance, “And it will be enough to stop you, Teridax!” “Stop me?” Teridax laughed, “You really think you can stop me here?” “I think I can defeat you and reclaim my body.” Mata Nui said, “That’s how confident I am!” “You really think such a piece of junk can defeat such a finely tuned machine such as this body?” Teridax laughed, “You must have lost some of your brain cells in your long sleep, and your two year isolation.” “I wasn’t isolated.” Mata Nui replied, “I had friends, allies. And I will use them to destroy you for good!” “You think I would let anyone you came in contact with survive?” Teridax questioned, “I came here for one reason, to kill you. I know how dangerous you are, even in isolation. I had to put you into the Ignika for a few reasons. One, to get you out. Two, to get it out so it couldn’t kill me. One reason was not to let you gain the power of the Ignika, the power of Life itself. That’s what makes you very dangerous.” “So you came, two years later, to snuff my life out?” Mata Nui questioned, “Because you fear my Life?” “Of course.” Teridax said, “I was busy up until now, so this is my first chance to come for you.” “Rebellions?” Mata Nui questioned. Teridax didn’t answer. The silence, however, said it all. Teridax threw a punch into Mata Nui’s chest, throwing him back. Mata Nui slid and rushed forward, throwing a useless punch into his foe’s chest. A metallic ring rang out on impact. Teridax laughed and punched Mata Nui again, taking him back a few more steps. “As long as you live, you can come into contact with others.” Teridax said, “You can instill the will to live and to fight in any of them. You and all of them must die! No survivors!” He proclaimed.Toa Pohatu leads a unit of the resistance inside of Mata Nui’s former body. Next time, Legacy 3: Delusions of the Past Part 1: Toa Pohatu!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted December 27, 2011 Author Share Posted December 27, 2011 Legacy 3: Delusions of the Past Part 1—Toa Pohatu! Toa Pohatu ran. He leapt over a large boulder and slid to a stop, spinning around, just managing to dodge a spinning wheel of energy combined with a burst of lightning. He panted as he leaned against the rock. He pressed the palms of his hands to the rock, getting ready to unleash his powers. He couldn’t allow Teridax’s forces to get to him. He and the rest of the Toa Nuva had split up, deciding that they were better off on their own rather than together. They were the spiritual leaders of the rebellion within the Matoran Universe, the leaders of the battles against the Makuta’s forces, attempting to reclaim the universe as Mata Nui’s, and drive the tyrannical Makuta Teridax away. Stuck on Nynrah, Pohatu wasn’t in a very good situation. He was attempting to lead a small squad of men to Nynrah and destroy the island. He knew that the Nynrah Ghosts would be creating weapons and armor for Teridax and his forces. They couldn’t allow that. Xia was another important location to stop the production of weaponry at. It had been some time since Teridax had taken the universe, approximately one year. The battles had raged long and hard, and finally he was getting to his location. It had taken him a year to reach Nynrah. Nynrah was a hard location to reach, along with many other similar locations. At least his squad had mostly survived the ordeal intact. Many men were scattered around the Matoran Universe. Many of them were either Dark Hunters, Order of Mata Nui members, or people who worked on their own, such as Toa teams or individual Toa. These other squads of men were able to draw attention away from some of the main attacks, such as those on Nynrah and Xia. They had lost many lives in the attacks, from Makuta’s minions to Makuta himself killing them with his power over the universe, but those had been sacrifices they needed to make. Because of the sacrifices, Pohatu was able to reach Nynrah. He and his men were able to finally destroy the island and, unfortunate as it may have been, kill the Nynrah Ghosts so that knowledge was lost. Pohatu, with the other members of the Nuva, had been against killing Matoran in such a manner, but it was deemed for the best. What were a handful of lives compared to a universe full of lives? Pohatu’s squad consisted of mostly Dark Hunters and an Order operative or two. At least they would have few qualms about killing a Matoran. Pohatu was using his Adaptive Armor, like the other members of the Nuva. His armor was now gray, orange and yellow. He had a sleek orange Kanohi that left the upper half of his face exposed. His upperbody was gray, with a piece of orange armor on his chest. He had a little yellow beneath it, and on the sides, claws folding back. His upper arms had orange armor with spikes on. The rest of his arms were gray, except for his hands, which were yellow. His upper legs were orange, with the same spiked armor on as well. His legs below that were gray with larger orange armor on them, with blades driving downwards from them. He had some yellow above his feet, which were orange. He carried no weapons. He used the blades on his legs for kicks, and he used his fists. His Kakama would allow him to reach amazing speeds for melee attacks, at least. That was the only way he could properly fight. He rolled out from his hiding spot and threw his arms forward. The Visorak and the Rahkshi pursuing him looked down as pillars of rock erupted upwards, smashing into them, breaking their bodies, dropping them both to the ground, dead. Pohatu turned around, only to see three Exo-Toa, a few Rahkshi of various types, and a few Visorak of various breeds waiting for him. He span around, getting ready to unleash his powers. He had no idea what he could do except for just to attack. Right before he let loose his powers, the Exo-Toa blew apart. The other attackers span around, only for Pohatu to crush a few of the Rahkshi with his Stone powers. He saw an Order operative behind the enemy lines, using large twin blades to swipe into the enemy lines. Pohatu saw his opening and rushed forward, using his speed to run in at the Rahi spiders that were the Visorak. He leapt up and came crashing down on them, using the blades on his legs to tear into them. He span around as fast as he could, ripping them partway open, brutally eliminating the spiders. He hated to have to act like that, but knew he would have to. That was the only way to fight some of the Makuta’s forces. “Report.” Pohatu said. The burly warrior, clad in violet and black armor, drew a fist to his heart in a salute. He was a formal warrior, one who followed orders to the letter as well. He believed that wars had to be fought under a certain code of conduct, despite his job in the Order being to essentially eliminate enemies as an assassin. Even in this, the war against the universe itself, he believed in these proper ethics of war. “We have secured the perimeter.” He said in his gruff voice, “If the Makuta wants to get any more men here to stop us, he’ll have to get through our border security.” “Which is…?” “Men standing guard at ports. Volunteers from the island are in the areas between them, watching and waiting. Weaponry from here is being put to use to defend the perimeter from anyone trying to come. It will take time for anyone to arrive. We’ll see them long before they arrive.” “Makuta could kill us all by just willing it.” Pohatu reminded. “Our men are scattered enough, but also close enough to realize if their fellows are being killed by some unseen force, like Makuta.” He reported. Pohatu nodded, “Good…that’s good…” “Shall I get the others together?” He asked. Pohatu nodded, “Yes, get them together. How many are there for the…?” “The assassinations of the Ghosts?” The Order member asked, using the words that Pohatu didn’t want to use, “Five of us, including myself.” He said. Pohatu swallowed hard, hating the idea of killing Matoran just to get at the Makuta, “And…are they gathered into one place for the ease of the…executions?” “They are.” He replied, nodding, “Our other men have swarmed them and are keeping them trapped together.” “G-good.” Pohatu stuttered, nodding nervously, “G…get to it.” “Understood.” The Order member replied, taking up his sword from the ground. He raced away, leaving Pohatu behind. Pohatu crumpled to his knees, cupping his head in his hands. He stared at the ground, the realization of what he had just done sinking in. He had ordered the deaths of a group of Matoran who had no crimes greater than making a living by creating armor and the occasional weapon. Simple Matoran trying to live their own lives. He had condemned them all to die. How could he live with himself after giving out such an order? How? “Stop!” Pohatu screamed. The Order member was too far away. Nobody heard him as he shouted, as he changed his mind. He didn’t care if they were guilty of being forced to help the Makuta through fear of pain, through fear of death. He wanted them to live. He couldn’t live with himself if these innocent Matoran were murdered just because of something they had no power over. But they did have power. They could easily have committed suicide rather than serve the Makuta, rather than subject to being his slaves. But then again, Makuta was smart. He could have threatened to kill every one of their friends if they didn’t obey, torture them in the most painful ways, or something like that. There was no way to win this situation other than with simply doing the act that everyone knew had to be done. Killing the Nynrah Ghosts. Pohatu rose to his feet and triggered the powers of his Kakama, the Mask of Speed. He sped away, reaching the execution grounds in a matter of moments. He saw the Order operative and four other men. Dark Hunters and other Order members or servants, all of them fairly large in stature with a wide array of weaponry hanging around them. From axes to short swords to knives and flails, they were all heavily armed. They would have to be for fighting against the universe itself and everything it could throw at them, especially with the various armies that the Makuta commanded, such as Rahkshi, Rahi and Visorak. “Stop this!” Pohatu screamed as one Dark Hunter lifted a large crescent bladed axe, preparing to eliminate the first of the Ghosts, who all cowered together, trapped by this ring of large men. “What?” The Order operative whom he had spoken to earlier questioned. “You heard me!” Pohatu shouted, “Stop this! You can’t kill them!” “Why can’t we?” The executioner Dark Hunter demanded, “You ordered it! We all decided it was best, before we even divided ourselves into these smaller units! You can’t back down now!” “These Matoran are guilty of nothing! Nothing that was in their power, anyway.” Pohatu growled, walking forward, “We can’t condemn them to death for being forced to work by the Makuta!” “You told us to kill them.” The Dark Hunter growled, “Your leader told us. Our leader told us. We’re doing this!” Pohatu thrust a hand forward. A stone hand erupted from the ground, gripping the Dark Hunter like a vice. “I told you to stop.” Pohatu growled, slowly clenching his fist. He could tell that the Dark Hunter was feeling the pain of the squeezing stone hand, “If you want to survive this day without being killed by your commander, then you will stop this and obey me!” The Dark Hunter glared at Pohatu, but slowly nodded his head. Pohatu dropped his hand, dropping the stone hand back into the ground. “Good.” Pohatu said, walking forward, “Now, we need a new plan to take care of these Ghosts. We can’t just move them around, since Teridax would eventually find them again. We need to…wipe out their memory of creations, if possible.” “None of us would be able to do it.” The Order operative told him, shrugging, “I think the only way we can do this is by killing them.” Pohatu leered at him, “You fight conventionally. Is murdering innocent in war conventional?” “I suppose not…” “Then why so eager to kill them?” Pohatu questioned. “Because in a war against the universe, you kill whatever can give you even the slightest edge. This won’t give us an edge, but it will take away a small edge of our opponent’s…” Pohatu nodded in understanding, “I know what you mean, but this is just…wrong! We can’t do this!” “I’m sorry to go against your orders, but we have to!” The Order operative said, “We have to eliminate these Matoran if we want to live to see many more days!” “Look.” Pohatu hissed, shaking his head, trying to clear it, “The Makuta is still new to this universe. It has been one year, but we’ve been keeping him busy. We have to assume he still doesn’t know how to look in many areas at once. He’s not like the sunburst, he can’t see in all areas at once.” Pohatu said, equating vision to a sunburst symbol, saying that someone should look all ways at once, instead of linearly, “We’re keeping Teridax linear in his vision. As far as we know, he doesn’t even know we’re here, attacking a precious location for him. We can do this without having to kill the Ghosts, without Teridax ever finding them again…” “By relocating them?” The Order member questioned. Pohatu nodded, “Yes! Exactly!” He shook his head, “I’m sorry Pohatu…” “If you say you’re still going to see to it that these Matoran die, then I’ll have no choice but to kill you.” Pohatu growled. His threat was deadly serious. He would murder anyone who stood in his way. He had changed a lot in this past year. In the year since he had last seen any of his teammates. They had all scattered after that, waiting for anything to happen with Teridax. He had never even moved yet. He was still standing on the same planet, as far as they could feel. If he moved, they would know, they were sure. The general plan was to attack him as soon as he set down on a new planet. That attack would be deadlier than these diversions they were currently creating. That attack would be… An explosion rocked the area. He heard screams from the cost. Pohatu glared at the ring of men, pointing a finger in warning at them all before he sped away. As soon as he reached the cost, he paused. He saw a mangle of dead bodies, and looking out to sea, saw nothing. “What did this?” He muttered, crouching down by the corpse. He looked up, seeing a Matoran on patrol, carrying a weapon scavenged from Nynrah. It was smoking, having just been used. Pohatu watched him carefully. As soon as he pulled the trigger, Pohatu was gone, easily evading the devastating energy eruption that escaped from it. Pohatu appeared behind the Matoran and grabbed him by the throat with his arm. He yanked him off of his feet, forcing him to drop the weapon. “What do you think you’re doing?” Pohatu shouted, “You’re killing our own men!” “Not my men.” The voice of the Matoran sounded like it were made of pure darkness, deep, gruff, vile. “Wait…” Pohatu said, recalling the voice easily from memory. He heard it in his nightmares, having last heard it one year ago. “You…you’re…” “That’s right.” The Matoran said. He jammed his elbow into Pohatu’s chest, making Pohatu release him. The Matoran crouched, took up the weapon, and span around, aiming it at Pohatu. “Makuta!” Pohatu cried, vanishing as soon as the energy blaster was fired. He appeared behind the Matoran possessed by Makuta and kicked him as hard as he could in the back, breaking anything that would hold him together with the force of the kick. He watched as the Matoran miraculously rose. He span around, crippled by the look of it, based on the way he was bent over and an arm was hanging limply at his side. He laughed despite this, apparently feeling no pain as he advanced. “You are nothing, Toa.” He hissed. “How are you not dead?” Pohatu screamed, throwing a fist of stone at him. The Matoran took the blow and fell to the ground, despite easily rising again, despite battered armor, broken pieces on the ground all around him. He laughed it off as he advanced. “I am not in this body, per say.” Makuta said, “I am controlling it, but via mental control. You batter and break this body, but do nothing to me, only to this Matoran.” Makuta hissed. “You’re forcing me to murder a Matoran?” Pohatu demanded. Makuta shook his head, “No, I’m just making this Matoran kill my enemies.” Makuta said, looking directly into Pohatu’s eyes, “Including you and your brethren.” “You use that body as a puppet.” Pohatu hissed, “You don’t care about anything happening with it. You just want to use it and then throw it away, right?” “Of course.” Makuta hissed, “I have the greatest puppet of all! This world!” He threw his arms out, looking in wonder at the sky that was part of his own body. Pohatu saw a Dark Hunter sneaking up behind Makuta, dagger in hand, ready to slice the Matoran apart. Pohatu knew this man’s skills. He knew that was the preferred method of killing that this man had. Before he got close, the Matoran span around, ready to kill him with his imperviousness to pain. In that moment, Pohatu dashed forward and swung a leg up, using his Kakama and leg blade to sever the Matoran’s head, killing Makuta’s link with the body, but also killing the Matoran. Pohatu fell to his knees after the kill, realizing a Matoran may or may not have just been murdered by him. He looked to the Dark Hunter, “Go to the others…tell them to execute.” He said, looking down in pain at what he knew must be done for such a monster to be stopped.Toa Lewa leads the one being who could possibly defeat Teridax, and the unit along with him, hoping to be able to end the war. Next time, Legacy 4: Delusions of the Past Part 2: Toa Lewa!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted December 28, 2011 Author Share Posted December 28, 2011 Legacy 4: Delusions of the Past Part 2—Toa Lewa! Lewa stood overlooking the fortress in the middle of the Southern Continent. This fortress was meant to be held at all costs for the sake of defeating the Makuta. When he had been assigned there he had questioned how one fortress could defeat Makuta. Then, the Order had introduced him to one of their members. This tall, muscular warrior was clad in pure white armor, like freshly fallen snow, and like hope and purity. He had been referred to as the only one who truly stood a chance against defeating Teridax and freeing the universe from his oppression. This Order member had been described as well, when Lewa had pressed for more information, as being a psychic of some sort. As a psychic, his abilities would allow him to negate the physical world around him through his unique biology. He was one of a kind. He was one of a kind in species, in power, and in the fact that he was the one who could defeat Teridax. He was in the universe, but also, separated from it. He couldn’t be touched by Teridax’s power, since Teridax was the universe itself. He could take a physical blow, however, and that would end it for him. A knife into his heart would do the same if he had these powers or not. At least with his psychic abilities he was a little more defended, but could die just as easily as anyone else at the same time. By being separated from the universe, he was able to use his powers freely. He had warded the fortress, making it protected from Makuta’s attacks. Only outside attacks could get at it now, and due to the nature of the spell he used, the walls were stronger, much more easily defendable. He was slowly working his way towards defeating Makuta. Using his powers, he would be able to drive into another universe, drive out of it, back into this universe, and right into Makuta’s soul, able to drag it away to end his life, but at the cost of the psychic’s own. He was taking the risk. He didn’t care if he died, as long as everyone else would be safe. Lewa had used his Adaptive Armor, like the rest, to go into what was considered to be their greatest forms. These forms were meant to draw out the most of their powers for use against any and every enemy. Lewa’s main body was lime green covering dark green, as well as having a lime green slicked back Kanohi. On his legs he had light green armor overlaid with darker green. He had dark green from the knees on down, but with lime green “claws” coming down as extra armor. He had lime green at his ankles, and dark green feet. His arms were all dark green. He had claw-like armor draping down the outsides of both of his arms, adding a more dangerous look to him. He had a three bladed propeller on his back to focus his Air powers through for his own use, and for flight. He carried a wicked axe in his right hand, both of his hands being lime green. The axe had a main blade coming out farther and going up farther, with two sickle-like blades curved down, one on each side. They were set lower than the other blade, thus the middle blade rose above it. His left hand held a large weapon that doubled as a shield and a two bladed claw. His job had been to lead his forces, as a Toa Nuva, through hard terrain and to launch attacks anywhere he could. After all, Makuta would only have so many men around. So many Exo-Toa, so many Rahi with infected Kanohi, so many Rahkshi and Visorak, which had somehow come back, even after it was seen to that the Visorak were wiped out of the world of the living with a volcanic eruption. Being with the psychic had been a unique experience. Whenever danger came, the man used his ability as a “hole in the world” to hide from Makuta while obliterating his forces with blasts of power. Makuta had even appeared to them once in the body of a Matoran, controlling the body with his mind. He had been confused by the sight of the psychic, since he felt as though he didn’t exist. He was confused, and before he could get answers, was killed by the psychic’s powers. Unfortunately, only the Matoran died, and the Makuta lived on. Lewa’s party consisted of the Order psychic, a handful of Order operatives and servants, some Dark Hunters, and about three Toa of various skill levels. Some Matoran had been with them, but had been killed trying to hold off an attack from some Rahkshi. They had been brave, but had died for the cause of freedom. Lewa looked down. The fortress was positioned atop a large plateau, and with the large, towering walls, they were mostly safe. Even the attacks of any enemies with ranged powers did little if anything to the walls. Their only hope was to get inside, where the power of the psychic would get a clear shot at them, but also where they could attack. Lewa felt no danger standing at the edge of a wall. As he looked over it, he remembered that they couldn’t get at him because of the height of the building, as well as the power of the psychic had shielded most of the area around them as well, making a sky attack impossible by powering the airspace with energy, killing anything that would try to fly through. Going over the walls was their only way. They didn’t appear to be trying anything like making a ramp, though. Lewa guessed they were pretty safe in the fortress, at least. He turned around to take a look at the Dark Hunter who was relieving him of duty. This Dark Hunter was a strange one, named Vanisher. He was fairly small in stature, but could create fields that would allow for a teleportation based travel. Lewa nodded, walking down the walkway and to the inner depths of the fortress. He knew that if anyone even tried to attack with Vanisher there, the Dark Hunter could return the attacks without a second thought. As Lewa walked into the main, inner rooms of the fortress, he saw increasing security as he walked. He knew that the reason for the security was for the sake of the entire universe. He was approaching the rooms that had been blocked off for exclusive use of the psychic. They all knew he was their only real chance of survival, of winning, so they allowed him all the room he needed. Lewa took the next corner, getting away from security to continue onto the rooms he used. The central rooms had to be passed to get anywhere else, and those central rooms were where the psychic was. One had to pass by security to get at their rooms. Lewa paused when he reached his rooms. He had put his left hand on the knob while his claw shield rested on his wrist. He thought he heard something. He remained still. He had learned long ago, over this past year, not to doubt even the slightest feeling of something being wrong. It could mean life or death. He had been in multiple situations where there was something very minor that felt off, but it had been ignored. Not everyone had gotten out alive each time. Many times most of them died in those instances. He closed his eyes, focusing his powers. Feeling the wind through the bunker, he felt out the odd areas, trying to carry sound to him, if there was any. No, it was just a sensation. Then, there was sound. “The main gates have been breached!” Someone shouted. Lewa threw his weapon into hand and raced down the hall towards the main gate. Other men fell in behind him, but most remained to protect the psychic. Others went other ways, such as topside to make sure things were safe up there. Lewa stopped. He saw Vanisher floating in the air in front of the oncoming horde of Rahkshi, Rahi, Visorak and Exo-Toa. He realized it. Vanisher had let them in. “What have you done?” Lewa screamed, lifting his axe. Vanisher smiled grimly, “Do you know who I am?” “You’re a Dark Hunter.” Lewa growled. “I am a servant of the Brotherhood of Makuta.” Vanisher said in a near whisper. Lewa looked at the situation. He was up against a Dark Hunter who was a Brotherhood servant with the power to open dimensional gates, trap the opponent’s power against them, and use it right back, as well as a small army of men behind him. Alone, he had no hope of victory. “Surrender the psychic and we’ll let you go, Lewa.” Vanisher offered. “No.” Lewa said, lowering his axe. He knew he had only one shot at this. If Vanisher survived, their plans were in great peril. He could use the psychic’s power against him, or, go right to him with his ability. He had to be instantly eliminated. The propeller on Lewa’s back began to spin as he started to use his powers. The wind in the room began to pick up, all of it funneling around Lewa at one point, and the small army at the other, making a field around them. “What are you going to do?” Vanisher demanded, lifting his spear. Lewa propelled himself forward, ready to end the fight. He slashed down with his axe, but Vanisher was gone, appearing behind him. Lewa expected as much. Changing the direction of the flow of wind in the room, he span around without having to use a single muscle, making Vanisher’s spear miss him. Riding the current of air, he appeared at his foe’s side, slamming his axe into Vanisher. The white, violet and gray armored warrior cried out and winked away, appearing farther back, by his forces. Lewa landed in front of the oncoming reinforcements. He glanced back, “Let me get Vanisher! Then the rest of you can take the rest!” The men made no moves against his orders. Lewa hefted his axe up and floated again. He flew on the air currents, driving in at Vanisher. Vanisher spread his wings and flew in at Lewa. He also used the air currents to his advantage, flying in a circle with Lewa, neither of them making a move. Lewa used his propeller to stop himself and slam back, smashing into Vanisher. The double agent’s face smashed into the propeller as it span, wounding him, forcing him to fly to the side to get away from otherwise certain death. Lewa span around, backhanding him with his shield weapon, throwing Vanisher to the ground. As Vanisher rose, he lifted his spear high, activating its powers. A dimensional portal opened right beside Lewa. As it opened all the way, a bolt of power erupted from it, flying with certain aim for Lewa. Lewa flipped in the air, spinning to the side. He slid on the balls of his feet, span towards Vanisher, and ducked, throwing his left hand forward as his weapon secured itself to his wrist. A ball of wind flew through the air, for Vanisher. Vanisher would have no idea what it was, and would promptly absorb it into another dimension for use against Lewa, despite being of the same element as the attack he unleashed. As if on cue, Vanisher used his powers, negating the attack into another dimension. Lewa dashed forward, lifting his axe high. “Air is the deadliest element.” Vanisher hissed, “It can rip anything apart by just condensing it into blades. I’m sure even you would die by it before you could absorb it.” “What?” Lewa shouted in an act of surprise. Opening the gate, the ball of wind erupted, flying in at Lewa. Lewa gave himself a private smile in his own mind at his trick. The ball bent out of the way and came to his feet. He pushed off of the ball, using it for extra propulsion, coming closer and faster in at Vanisher. “What?” The surprised warrior shouted. Lewa lifted his axe high, and slashed Vanisher across the chest, leaving three deep cuts across his chest armor. Vanisher stumbled back, crumpling to his knees, holding the wounds in his hand. Lewa slid past him and span around, throwing blades of wind forward. Vanisher saw it coming and negated it, only to open it again right behind Lewa. “I’m not that foolish.” Lewa said, using the spinning propeller to bring the blades in and around his body. He threw his axe upwards, channeling his powers into the field of air around them. The entire field came centralized right around the axe. As he swung the weapon down, the massive eruption of wind smashed into Vanisher, condensed, and suddenly released, ripping him apart, leaving only a scream behind. Lewa smiled at his victory. His expression turned serious as he turned to look at the approaching horde of Makuta minions. He dashed back, allowing his fellows to rush into battle with them. He took out the inside man, the mole, the double agent, the leader of these men. Now it was time for his men to deal with the other soldiers. As the battle erupted, Lewa heard someone shouting for him. He raced as fast as he could down the hallways, only to see that somehow, the enemies had made it inside already. There were corpses from both sides. Rahkshi and defenders of the psychic. Vanisher had let them in another way, it seemed. Lewa pushed into the central rooms, looking for the psychic. He saw him floating there, as always, energy flowing around him as he channeled it in preparation of unleashing it on the universe in an attempt on the Makuta’s life. “Good…he’s safe.” Lewa sighed with relief. Cold dread washed over him. He turned around to see a black and gray armored Toa in familiar armor, but with some modifications to it. He had gray feet, black legs, gray armor above the knees with black overlaying it. He had a gray body with a black, spiked piece of armor across his chest, with two spikes of armor going to the sides of his head. He had short arms, with black, curled armor going out to the sides, and short, muscular black arms beneath, with gray fists. He carried a single bladed staff that was very familiar. Most shockingly, his Kanohi was a gray Kanohi Avohkii, Mask of Light. “Takanuva?” Lewa breathed. The Toa swung his staff into Lewa, slashing him aside. Lewa rolled and came to his knees. He lunged forward with a shout, lifting his axe high. Takanuva span around, ducking it. He slammed the bladed edge of his weapon into Lewa’s chest, and used the momentum of a twist to throw Lewa away, smashing him into a wall. Lewa slid down, but he didn’t stay down. He threw his arm forward, sending blades of wind erupting through the air at this twisted Takanuva. He glared at the wind, and lifted his palm. Black energy—Shadows—flew through the air, smashing through the wind and punching into Lewa’s chest, throwing him into some furnishings against the wall. He slid down, breaking them on impact. He looked up, dazed, at the unsuspecting psychic, lost in one of his deep trances. He was about to die and didn’t even know it. Most of their hopes of defeating Teridax would die with him. Lewa cried out, but his voice seemed very small. He couldn’t shout loud enough, not with the pain he was in. He pushed himself back to his feet, but couldn’t move forward very easily. He let out a cry of frustration, triggering his powers and propeller, along with his Miru, Mask of Levitation. He threw himself through the air with this combination. He drew his fist back, and threw the clawed punch into his foe’s chest. The Takanuva stumbled back and ducked, spinning around. He plowed the tip of his staff into Lewa’s gut and threw him aside with a blast of Shadow. Returning to his mission, he lifted his still glowing staff up at the psychic, and released his power. “No!” Lewa screamed, his voice penetrating every wall. Their greatest hope was gone. Next to him, after wind blades had gone through, was a gray Avohkii, a moment too late.Onua believes he has found the one way to help boost morale of most of his men, as well as deal a blow to Teridax’s established forces. Next time, Legacy 5: Delusions of the Past Part 3: Toa Onua!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted December 31, 2011 Author Share Posted December 31, 2011 Legacy 5: Delusions of the Past Part 3—Toa Onua! Tunneling. That was Onua’s job. Tunneling. Being located in the remains of Odina, the Dark Hunters in his midst had informed him that there were secret caverns across the island, in case the Dark Hunter stronghold should ever be overrun. This was a time to use such an emergency precaution. The island had been overrun during the war between the Order of Mata Nui and allies against the Brotherhood of Makuta and its allies. Rahkshi still infested the island, providing a constant alarm for anyone. Only with these catacombs and tunnels did they have a chance to survive an encounter with such an army. Being one of the Toa Nuva, Onua was very powerful in his own right. Having his Adaptive Armor adapted to fit his Earth element at its finest, combined with tunneling, he was at probably his most powerful he had been in a long time. “Is it done yet?” A Dark Hunter growled. Onua wiped dirt off of his body as he walked out to face his team. They were residing in a dugout area he had made as soon as they hit the island. This was the safest place for them right now, and the only place Rahkshi couldn’t get into without setting off an alarm system that Onua had set up. Using his powers, he had warded the ground around them. If anything started to dig in above or near them, they would know, and Onua would have them with his powers. Onua’s armor was adapted to be powerful in close ranged combat as well as to harness his element. He was the perfect digger at the moment, and also, would blend in with the earth itself if he needed to. His armor was somewhat bulky, but also had a sleekness to it. He had four claws on each foot, and had thicker armor rising up. Above the knees he had sleek armor peeling back, but had bulkier body armor. He had armor from his elbows up, on the outside, that ended in what looked like two claw points, rising to be about equal with a ridge that ran around his Kanohi Pakari, Mask of Strength. He had powerful arms, tipped with clawed hands. His gauntlets were his weapon of choice, and could easily tunnel or rip through opposition, especially the mechanical Rahkshi. He stopped. Everyone stopped when he did. He could feel the warded ground being set off, no one else could. “Are we being attacked?” Someone asked. “Yes.” He breathed. The ground was blown apart by intense storms of wind. The wind ripped clumps of stone and dirt away, revealing their dugout. Three of the mechanical, serpentine Rahkshi stood above them, staffs in hand and ready for use. The one that had unleashed the cyclone stood back. The other two stepped forward. One’s eyes burned with heat energy, while the other burned with just energy. Heat vision and laser vision erupted down into the pit. Onua threw his arms out to his sides, activating his powers, brining up an earthen wall to defend them with. The blasts, as powerful as they were, since they were like vanguards now that Makuta had taken over, still weren’t strong enough to get through this defense. As the wall dropped, Onua threw his arms out again, and slammed them together. The ground beneath the feet of the creatures opened up, swallowing them into the ground. While that tactic wouldn’t work long, it did have an ulterior motive. It crushed them like massive jaws of a vengeful beast. Onua and the others could hear the crunching of mechanical parts as the Rahkshi were destroyed. Onua looked to his squad, “We have to get to those catacombs!” He shouted, pointing at the hole he had been digging, “Get to it!” He looked to the air, where the Rahkshi had gotten in from, “More will only continue to come. I’m in my element here.” “There are more of us to fight!” One Dark Hunter protested, clearly not interested in getting his hands dirty by digging a hole, preferring to leave it to the Toa, despite Onua being in charge. Onua shot him a glare, “If I let the lot of you fight, then you’ll probably all get yourselves killed without taking out enough. I know you’re Dark Hunters, Order members, Toa, Matoran, but even with the powers you all share…minus the Matoran, you can’t win. It’s that simple.” “And what makes you any better?” The Dark Hunter challenged. Onua lifted a claw, and as if to make a point, a pillar of earth slammed from the pit into the air where a Rahkshi loomed over them. The pillar broke through the head, smashing the organic slug creature inside of it, killing it with impact. The body of the machine fell to the pit, lying motionless with stains of the slug-like Kraata still on it. “That’s why.” He said, “I can feel an attack coming. I am in my element, literally. I can defend us all alone. None of you can say that, now can you?” With dead seriousness, his body language matched his tone. He leaned in forward in a way that somehow frightened the Dark Hunter he was addressing. The powerfully built warrior took a step back from the Toa. “Now, do I make myself clear?” Onua questioned, “Get digging.” The Dark Hunter started down into the pit. Clearly after Onua had broken him, the others were to follow, even if some of them were going to comply from the start. They had wanted to see what was about to happen, and see their leader take care of insubordination. Onua shook his head. How could there still be such conflicts in rank of command? The universe was at its end, and surely the people would respect and follow the Toa who were destined to do something about it. Their destiny had been to awaken Mata Nui. They had awoken his body with the spirit of Makuta Teridax. Some might view that as their completed destiny, that they were suckers from the start, and they were to bring unending terror to the world. Some might view it as that they hadn’t finished yet, because Mata Nui was not awakened, but rather, Teridax had been, in a sense. Certainly the people regarding their destiny as the former had a case. No one else really did, not yet. That time wasn’t upon them. That was why they looked to the Nuva for leadership. They believed that they would lead them through the darkness and into the light that would be Mata Nui’s return to them. These Dark Hunters probably didn’t believe in Mata Nui returning. They probably believed in killing Teridax somehow and living in a world like they had before, when Mata Nui had been asleep, and not intrusive, unlike Teridax now was. The Order, on the other hand, would be waiting for Mata Nui’s return. They were a group committed to the Great Spirit, and would surely be awaiting him. He would be the only one they would wait for, fight for. Following the Nuva would bring them closer to that goal, no doubt. Onua threw his fists forward. The ground above them closed, sealing them inside. Surely the Rahkshi already knew where they were, but it would buy some time. The warded ground went off in his mind. He span around, throwing a fist at one of the sloping walls near them. The wall exploded with soil, sediment, and mechanical parts as a few Rahkshi were blown apart when Onua detonated the ground with a burst of his power. He span around. Some Rahkshi had gotten in before he could do anything. It was from a combination of laser and heat vision, so they were blinded at the moment. Onua leapt forward, using the powers of his Kanohi to strengthen himself. His fists tore them in half with single punches, splitting them straight down the middle, also killing the Kraata that controlled them. He looked around, but couldn’t see anything else getting inside. Looking at the new hole, however, portrayed a different scenario. Perhaps one hundred would be waiting above, as he felt out with his powers. He could feel and see some within range, but as he extended, the lines around that hole were massive, with at least one hundred Rahkshi waiting for a shot at the intruders. “Onua!” An Order operative called. “What?” Onua shouted, throwing his arms up, sealing the hole, but that did little good. Holes were being punched in all over the place above them. “We’re in!” The shout returned. “I’ll be right there!” Onua shouted down. He drew his fists to his sides, arms bent. He threw them up, smashing his power into the soil above, sending power tearing through the ground, into the bodies of the Rahkshi. Each mechanical beast erupted into miniature explosions above. He could feel as such happening. With the destruction of this rank of men, Onua leapt into the tunnel. He knew they would be coming in moments, so he threw his arm out behind him, sealing the hole that led into the catacombs. He slid into the darkness, and waited in silence with the others. At least, he hoped it was so, and they weren’t dead, or something. Being naturally used to being underground, his eyes quickly adapted, and he saw everyone, tense, weapons drawn, waiting for anything to happen. “I think we’re safe.” Someone whispered. Sure enough, no one tried to get in again. Onua touched the wall, reaching out with his powers, but felt nothing. The Rahkshi were above, but were wandering, trying to find anything, any signs of the intruders. Onua nodded, not that anyone could see him, he realized. He whispered, “They don’t know where we are.” He walked towards them, waving a hand in the air. He spoke softly again, “I warded it and strengthened it. They can’t get in, but if they do somehow, we’ll know.” One Dark Hunter managed to light his hand ablaze with some power he had. He looked around the room, but only saw one passage out, and it was caved in. “What are we going to do?” He questioned softly. Onua looked at him. He was completely ablaze, like a being of living fire when he had his powers activated. “I don’t know.” Onua said, walking over. He felt the rubble, and nodded, “I’ll see what I can do here.” He informed them, moving the walls apart with his power, reconstructing the passage. He span around. “They got through the extra defenses! They’re coming!” He shouted, no longer needing silence. The others fled through the passage while Onua went in last. As the walls broke down and some Rahkshi got into the catacomb entrance, Onua threw a fist forward. A fist of earth slammed up from the ground, smashing into the Rahkshi, splintering it and destroying it. Onua span and raced after the others. He knew that in the right situation, the right circumstances, he could probably single handedly destroy the entirety of the Rahkshi forces. This wasn’t proper. He knew he could use his powers to destroy the Rahkshi as they entered, using the earthen walls around them to rip Rahkshi apart, but eventually, they would overwhelm him. Using the catacombs and tunnels might work. He might be able to survive long enough to destroy enough Rahkshi. But running for so long, they might run into more and more Rahkshi. They might die, rather than escape. Onua leapt into the passage with the others. He saw a handful of Rahkshi pursuing him, and threw his arm out. The passage was collapsed, crushing some of them. He span around, “I’ll need backup! I can’t do this for too long alone!” The fire manipulator nodded, “I’ve got your back.” An Order member with a bulky body and a large stinger tail, with frail looking wings emerging from his back, came forward. He held no weapons, but he was incredibly powerful, Onua knew. He had seen this man use his tail, or his bare hands, to rip an opponent apart. His other powers could rip enemies apart with kinetic force. “I’ve got his back.” The Order member said. Onua nodded, “Thanks. The rest of you should keep going; we’ll stay back a little farther and attack, holding them off.” The Dark Hunter he had argued with nodded, “I’ll take lead.” “I know you will.” Onua said. He didn’t say it in a way that would mean that he knew this Dark Hunter just wanted to lead, wanted to usurp control, even for only a few minutes potentially. He knew that this Dark Hunter could do it, and he knew that he would do a proper job. The Dark Hunter nodded and rushed out ahead, carrying a large, crescent axe in both hands as he led some more men through the passages. Onua span around, watching as the walls he had blocked were being shattered by shattering and fragmentation powers. Onua threw his arm out, blasting more Rahkshi with his powers, crushing them with claws of earth. As more and more got through, too fast and too many for Onua to continue to crush them, flames erupted from behind him, melting their armor. As too many came for the combination of earthen fists and fire to take down, some of them in the back, that couldn’t get through the narrow passage, suddenly exploded, their potential energy becoming explosive. As some got close, swinging their staffs up for actual attacks, rather than just using powers, they stopped. Their kinetic energy was being drained away, and now that they had potential energy only, they were exploding. Onua took a step back, getting a bigger look out of the area. He threw both hands forward, putting his palms towards each other. He let out a cry and threw them out, and then, slammed them together. Spikes of earth shot up in front of him, impaling Rahkshi every moment. The spikes also started to create a problem, blocking more Rahkshi from getting inside. He turned, “Let’s move.” He ordered, rushing through the dark tunnel into the next set of small rooms. He saw the others waiting for them. “Down!” A Toa of Lightning shouted. Onua dropped down. She unleashed a bolt of twisting, curling lightning from her palm. It sliced and crackled through the air, smashing into a Rahkshi that was pursuing them, having managed to remain hidden from the onslaught Onua and his two men had brought on. When the body fell, the Toa nodded to Onua, smiling to him. “Thanks.” Onua said. He moved forward, “Ok, we need to find a way out of here, now.” He said. He looked around, and then, not noticing anything odd, he put his hand to the ground, feeling out the layouts of the tunnels with his powers. “I found something…odd.” He said. “What?” The flame Dark Hunter asked. Onua rose, “I don’t know. Let’s move towards it.” He said, running into one of the tunnels and out of sight for a few moments, before the others caught up to him. As they ran for a few minutes, Onua stopped. He pointed to the flame manipulator, who threw his arms out, setting ablaze multiple torches affixed to the walls. As they burned, lightstones activated, allowing more light to flood inside. They walked around, looking at a silver, rounded dais in the center of the room. Onua ran his hand over it, and it sprang to life, shining under his hand. A complex knowledge of the entire island flooded his mind. He reached his powers into the dais, and realized something. “Everyone…” He said, his voice trembling with excitement, “Odina will be ours. I control the island, now. I can see everything, and…I can reach my power inside. I can reach my power anywhere on this island!”Gali’s nature changes as she leads forces across Zakaz, becoming a warrior that the Skakdi would be proud of. Next time, Legacy 6: Delusions of the Past Part 4: Toa Gali!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 4, 2012 Author Share Posted January 4, 2012 Legacy 6: Delusions of the Past Part 4—Toa Gali! Gali, Toa Nuva of Water, stood over a table, looking down at maps etched into it. Standing in a fortress with rain running down everywhere, she was in her element, to an extent. Her armor had taken on a form appropriate for this island. She and her forces were on Zakaz. Some of the Skakdi warlords already sided with the Order of Mata Nui, but some more were siding with Teridax, not wanting to be left out of control in any way, and not wanting to die. They all wanted to survive. That was the goal of the Skakdi from this point on. Survive, including siding with one of the people who had changed them with their experiments. Her team was on Zakaz to stop the Skakdi from leaving and causing havoc anywhere other than their home island. The water around the island was being patrolled by Order controlled soldiers made of a single species of warriors, one of the six prime species. They were green, small statured beings, utilizing protosteel claws for the sole purpose of shredding through Makuta armor. They were now to stop the Skakdi from getting away. Gali’s mission on the rest of the island was to pacify them, make sure they couldn’t leave even if they got past the sea defenses. Make sure they would have no will to serve Makuta, after getting butchered by her men. It was what they had to do. Use intimidation and murder to stop them from causing more of the same on the rest of the world. And more soldiers meant more defenses to stop Makuta’s men, if not come up with a way to stop him in general. But that end was doubtful. Gali looked at the few Order members around her. They were pointing to locations on the map, making comments. The fortress they were currently inside of was from a former Skakdi warlord. He had been eliminated as fast as they could carry it out. This fortress was now under their control, not that any other Skakdi knew. The ones who did know ended up dead before they could do anything about it. Skakdi fighting each other and killing each other was very common. Corpses would mean nothing. “Shall we move out?” An Order member clad in orange and gray armor asked. He was fairly small in stature for being an important and deadly warrior. He had a claw weapon on his right wrist, almost like the sea creatures that the Order had in their possession. This claw was two pronged, one front, one to the side. He was partially hunched over, like a beast. He commonly walked on all fours, in fact. He had a vicious helmet that looked like a beast, adding to his overall savage look. He was often used on Zakaz when missions were required. He also had met a Tahtorak that was once dying on Zakaz. It had informed him that its species were planning on slaying the entirety of the Skakdi some day. That day was upon them. “I have the Tahtorak forces ready.” He hissed, “I slipped into their various dens and informed them. I killed any Skakdi along the way.” His voice was like a growl of an unintelligent beast combined with a scary intelligence that was very deadly. Gali nodded, “When they attack, we’ll attack.” She said. Her armor, too, had taken on a savage appearance. It wasn’t only on Zakaz, but anywhere. The water wasn’t always gentle. Her armor didn’t have to appear to be gentle either. Her armor was a cross of dark and light blue. She had light blue feet with four claws on each foot. She had blue legs up until the knees, which from then up became light blue with clawed blades curling back. She had a dark blue body that had layers of armor, including blades curled down above her armored chest. Her arms, from the shoulders down to the elbows, were light blue with simple armor over the top, but with curled claw armor down the back. The rest of her arms were thick looking, clad in layers of armor and imposing. She had light blue hands, and her Kanohi was as it had been since Karda Nui. It was somewhat sleek, with a tactical eyepiece over the left eye, and two silver sheets of armor coming up over the sides and up. Her weapons were interesting claw based weapons. On top they looked like ragged, three bladed weapons. On the bottom, beneath her knuckles, were scything blades curling up at the three down turned blades, creating an execution based weapon. It could be used for the curled blade, the blunt triple blade atop, or getting a foe’s head inside, preventing them from getting out with the small spikes on the inside of the top blade, and then slitting the throats with the scything blades. She was no longer a peace keeper. She was a mistress of death. “Are they moving?” She asked, looking out an observation window. She could hear rumbling, almost like thunder, but wasn’t sure if it was the Tahtorak moving out or not. The Order member nodded, “They move.” He hissed. "Then we do, too.” Gali said, moving out of the room and towards stairs. There were two Matoran guarding the stairs, each armed with a spear. She thought it odd how Matoran would willingly join such a conflict, rather than try to live in peace. Matoran were for peace, and even under Makuta, they would have peace where nobody was trying to constantly kill them. There were yet others who would stay away from places like Zakaz, but join the rebellions. Some of her own forces, which had other Matoran, followed that idea. The other Matoran in her group had stayed behind and risked capture and slavery, rather than come to Zakaz. “Let’s move.” Gali said to the Matoran. The two nodded, moving out ahead of Gali, spears pointed in front of them. Gali and the others followed behind them, until they reached a massive, reptilian green Rahi beast. “A Tahtorak, I presume.” Gali said. The beast grunted. It could understand, but didn’t speak back to her. The Order member emerged and growled to get the beast’s attention. Then, the Order member spoke, “This is our leader.” He told the beast, gesturing to Gali, “She is leading our forces into battle with the rest of her team, scattered through the universe.” “The rest of the universe isn’t of our concern.” The Rahi replied in an intelligent voice, “Only Zakaz.” “I know.” The Order member answered, “And once we win here, I expect that you’ll hold Zakaz?” The beast nodded, “We will not allow the Skakdi to reclaim it!” He announced. “What about anything else?” The member questioned. The Tahtorak regarded him, “What else?” “Rahkshi? Visorak?” He suggested, “Will you stop them if they come?” “If they try to take our home, like the Skakdi did, then yes.” The beast growled in reply, “We shall crush them!” “Good.” The Order member said with a nod, “Thank you.” “We are defending our home. We are not part of your rebellion.” It reminded. Gali took over, “We understand that. We are just thankful to have noble creatures such as you to at least help us part of the way along.” The beast nodded to her, “And we appreciate the assistance. It will make the exterminations go so much faster.” Gali nodded, “Now, shall we ride you?” The beast lowered its tail. Gali, the Order member, the Matoran, and some others climbed on. A few more Tahtorak started to approach, lowering their tails for others to climb on from. When the three were mounted, the creatures raced across the plains of Zakaz, through damaged areas, destroyed fortresses, bunkers, and through corpses. Fresh corpses. The Tahtorak up ahead were already doing their job, it seemed. Gali watched all around as Skakdi mounted defenses. They were being overpowered, despite superior numbers and superior powers in their arsenal. The bestial rage of the Tahtorak far outmatched anything the Skakdi could muster, even their own rage which was so great. Gali threw an arm out. She used the rain to kill Skakdi, turning each drop into a miniature blade, centering the phenomenon around single groups of Skakdi. Before they could realize what was happening, they were being slit apart and murdered by her powers. Gali turned to another group as they rode past. She threw an arm out, slamming a fist of water made of raindrops into the groups, ripping them apart with the now bladed waters. “Good work.” The beast hissed to her. “What?” She asked. “The way you kill.” It replied, “It is very good.” Gali didn’t know if she should take it as a compliment or not. She was murdering, and being congratulated on the brutal kills she was making. She knew the Tahtorak were vicious beasts, but wasn’t sure what to make of the compliment. Toa weren’t supposed to kill, and she was the peaceful one in the group. It was completely out of character for her to be doing any of this. The Tahtorak grunted to get her attention. She looked up ahead, seeing a massive wall rising up from the combined efforts of multiple Skakdi of Stone and Earth. “Bring it down.” The beast hissed. Gali nodded. She threw her arms up and conjured as much power as she could. Condensing as much of the rain into individual fists as she could, she threw them all forward, smashing into the wall. The Skakdi were visibly shaken by her attack and as they watched their wall take hits, their anger only increased. They turned their rage loose on the Tahtorak that was carrying her. She unleashed two more fists together, smashing into the Skakdi, taking a few of them down. They brought her down with a fist of their mixed powers, taking the Rahi down and scattering the riders. Gali raced to her feet and rushed in at the Skakdi. Having fought six rogue Skakdi on Voya Nui, and lost, she knew what she had to expect. She knew how she could fight, now that she had more experience at it, and how to use her weapons to eliminate them before they could use their powers. As the Order operative rushed by her, she slid towards one of them, lifting her right weapon. She thrust it forward, catching his neck between the sets of blades. Drawing up and back, she slit his throat and dropped him. She span around, throwing her other weapon behind her back to block a fist. She span all the way around, did a twirl, and slashed both weapons down the chest of the Skakdi, bringing it down. She span around, watching as the Order member literally pounced on a Skakdi, plunging his bladed claws into its chest, and tearing it nearly in half. He leapt off of the body and went to work on another, but didn’t notice one behind him. Gali threw her arms forward, slashing rain into his back, using the individual droplets as blades to bring him to his knees. He was still alive, though. The Order warrior span around, slashing him through the chest to kill him. He leapt away, finding more Skakdi to bring down. “Toa…the wall.” The Tahtorak panted. Gali looked at the wounded Rahi, “You can’t keep going! You need to rest! I can help you.” She said, moving closer. “No.” It hissed, “I will live and die fighting on this island. I’m dying, leave it at that. Don’t try to fix me up.” “But…” “No.” It hissed. Gali looked at the wall, “What do you want me to do?” “Bring it down.” The Tahtorak told her, “I want to see the other side. I want to get you all to the other side before I die.” She nodded and span around, wasting no time. She drew her arms up, focusing all of her power into the air. Collecting as much rain around her as she could, she threw her arms down, slamming a massive fist of water into the wall. There were multiple cracks littering the wall already, and water was only getting trapped inside, seeping in. That was what she needed to have happen. She used her power on the wall, on the gaps in the rock, and controlled that water, slicing it through the wall, bringing it to pieces as it fell to the ground, exposing the fighting going on on the other side between Tahtorak and resistance fighters against the Skakdi. “Get on.” The dying Rahi said, rising. Gali climbed onto its back. Others scrambled on, but not the Order member. He ran out alongside the Tahtorak, leaping over the rubble and into the nearest Skakdi, ripping him apart. One tried to get at his back. The Rahi slammed its tail down, splitting the Skakdi in half with the force, saving the Order member’s life. “Thanks.” He hissed, leaping ahead, looking for more targets. As soon as they got a few steps away from the wall, the Tahtorak collapsed. Gali and the others climbed down, with the others immediately starting their attack on the Skakdi. Gali turned to the Rahi and ran her hands over its head, as if petting and comforting the beast that had helped them. It growled at her. “I said not to heal me.” It hissed. “I’m not.” She said. “What are you doing?” It demanded, “I feel your power flowing within me.” “I’m calming you.” She said softly, “I’m leaving you at peace, that’s all.” “You’re making me accept my coming death?” “Pretty much.” She said softly, “I want you to go peacefully. I know you wanted to be involved in this battle, and I thank you for your help so far. I don’t want you to think you’re dying in vain. This will help you to understand your death isn’t too bad. Please, believe me.” “I am hurting.” It hissed. “I will ease your pain.” She said, using more of her power to the same end she was already using it for. “No.” It hissed. “What?” She asked. “I don’t want you to take the hurt away.” It said. “Why not?” “I want to die in pain, like a warrior!” “That’s not a warrior’s death!” Gali exclaimed, “That’s the death of a stubborn fool refusing to stay alive!” “You call me a stubborn fool?” It hissed. “You are.” She told him, “It’s hard to admit, after the help you’ve given us, the good you’ve shown, but yet, that’s what you are.” The Tahtorak said noting. “Heal me.” It hissed. “I’ll take your pain away.” She said, focusing more power around the wounds. “I can be at peace…” It said softly. She nodded, “You deserve peace.” It looked up into the black, rain filled sky. It looked back to Gali, who started putting her hands on its head again. “I get to see another miserable day on Zakaz.” It hissed, “But at least it isn’t all bad. We are slaying the Skakdi, finally.” It smiled its vicious smile, “I die, but know that my people are doing what we have always dreamed off, thanks to your help.” It closed its eyes, but never opened them again.Kopaka, as the deputy of the Toa Nuva, is an important figure and a figurehead for the resistance movement. What happens when his orders are put to the test? Will he abandon his men? Next time, Legacy 7: Delusions of the Past Part 5: Toa Kopaka!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 4, 2012 Author Share Posted January 4, 2012 Legacy 7: Delusions of the Past Part 5—Toa Kopaka! Kopaka, the deputy of the Toa Nuva, stood on the parapet of a ruined fortress. He looked out, utilizing the power of his Kanohi Akaku to gaze ahead with its telescopic lens, viewing what lay out ahead. “Did you get the report?” He asked. A woman behind him bowed. She was clad in black armor, sleek and stealthy. She had a mechanical right arm which always held tight to a dagger. “The rumors, we believe, are true.” She reported, “I am sorry to report it as such.” Kopaka stared out in silence. He made no answer to her. “Kopaka?” “Lariska…ready the forces.” He said softly. “I beg pardon?” She asked. “You heard me.” He said, turning to look at the Dark Hunter, “I want to mobilize. We’re going to go and take care of this problem.” She rose to her feet, “I must stop you then.” She hissed, holding her dagger at him. He glared at her, “I will stop you.” He said, lifting his blade, “Move aside and do as I say!” Kopaka said, raising his voice. To merely raise his voice was considered dangerous by most people who knew him. Lariska, being a Dark Hunter, wouldn’t be frightened as such, and would be ready to defend herself, even if she had to kill Kopaka, her leader, in the process. “I gave you an order.” He hissed. “And we aren’t supposed to be doing this.” She hissed in reply. “I don’t care.” He said, “I want it done!” Kopaka, like the other Nuva, was clad in his Adaptive Armor. He was utilizing a form that would compliment his Ice powers to their fullest. He had white armored legs, with extra armor over the top, below the knees. He had lighter gray armor above the knees, with sleek white armor on the sides. He had gray armor covering his chest in a sleek design. He had white claw-like armor coming off of the spots near his shoulders, going out to his sides. He had white armored arms, with gray above his elbows, covered in white armor. He had white arms with extra armor over the backs, and gray armored hands. He had white blades coming up from behind his shoulders, pointing inwards. He had his Akaku in the same form he had had it during the mission in Karda Nui. He carried in his left hand a medium sized silver shield, and his right hand held a double ended sword. It curled out to the sides, with ribs coming out at intervals. One side was open on both ends of the blade, but it was still a formidable blade. “I want this done!” He said. She thrust her dagger forward. He dodged back and span around, wrapping his left arm around her arm. He yanked forward, pulling out her footing, and slamming the back of his hand into her face, dazing her as he flipped her to the ground, leveling the tip of his sword at her throat. “I gave an order.” He said, “I want it carried out.” She panted and hissed at him, like some wild, snarling cat, “I told you that we weren’t ordered to do this!” She shouted. “I don’t care.” Kopaka said, “Too bad.” She hissed, “Tahu gave orders that if one of you six were captured, you were to be left alone and your squad and those men alone would see to it, if they believed a rescue was possible!” She shouted, “If Tahu really has been captured, then that means his squad will have to deal with it!” “And I am the deputy leader.” Kopaka hissed in a deadly calm, “I am the second in command of the Toa Nuva. Since the Toa Nuva lead the rebellion against the universe itself, that means I am now in charge of this rebellion. If I declare that I want Tahu rescued, then I want him rescued! Is that clear, Lariska?” She hissed at him, “I am to follow Tahu’s orders, even if I am in your squad!” She shouted. He shook his head, “Ok, what if your leader was captured? Wouldn’t you try to rescue him?” He knew of the Shadowed One. He knew the answer was likely to be a ‘no’ from her, but he had to ask her anyway. “No, I wouldn’t.” She said. “Why not?” “Because that would be a show of weakness on his behalf.” She said, “And I, as the deputy leader of the Dark Hunters, wouldn’t want to disgrace his final moments by attempting a rescue, when he should be able to get himself out of the situation.” “You would just want to see him dead.” Kopaka said, “I know the man. You wouldn’t want him to live. You want him to die, don’t you?” She shrugged, “It would depend on the situation.” “This is the same.” He said, “We can free him!” “How do you know?” She questioned. “The scouts inform me that the situation can be handled.” Kopaka told Lariska, “You see, he’s on Daxia, the former base of the Order of Mata Nui. He’s near the center of the island, on a series of stakes, about to be burnt to death.” Kopaka said, “We can swoop in and save him.” “How many men guard him?” She questioned. “Intelligence tells me that there are Rahkshi and Visorak guarding the island.” Kopaka said, “There’s no reason we can’t crush them underfoot.” He looked away from Lariska and looked out at the sea before them, “We can win this with the men we have. Many of them are former Order members. They can use their knowledge of the island to great effect.” “I don’t doubt that.” Lariska told him as she rose, driving her dagger into a sheath. She folded her arms behind her back and stepped forward, beside Kopaka. She gazed out as well into the ocean, “But what do we do if it is a trap?” “We fight our way out.” He said. “And if they execute Tahu before we can save him?” She questioned. “Then we still get out as fast as we can, minus Tahu.” Kopaka told her. He shook his head in revulsion, “But we won’t let that happen! We will save his life!” “Then what are we waiting for?” She asked, “If you really are intent on breaking his orders to save his life, then let’s get moving.” She turned towards the door, “Shall we get moving? Shall I alert the rest of the men about our intentions?” She questioned. Kopaka nodded, “Yes, go. Let’s get ready.” He said, walking out with her. He looked out to the ocean once more, but then left the view of it behind. They would have plenty of ocean coming up on their trip to Daxia, and besides, he had to destroy this fortress anyway. He wasn’t going to let it stay standing just for Makuta’s forces to use as they steadily approached. As the group of nearly one hundred men were waiting for him outside, he nodded to a few warriors in the ranks. They reached out, utilizing various powers to blast the fortress into rubble until nothing stood higher than anyone’s knees anymore. Kopaka nodded. Some of the rock had collapsed, some had been completely destroyed, some flung elsewhere. No matter what happened, even with the air thick with dust, it was obvious that the fortress was gone, and no one would have use for what remained anymore. “We have maybe an hour before the enemies arrive.” A Dark Hunter reported. Kopaka nodded, “Then we have to hurry.” He said, directing at a ship sitting near the ocean. It wasn’t large, but it looked seaworthy. Whoever had last used the fortress on the Southern Continent’s western tip had had the boat waiting, in case they needed to make a quick escape. “I think we can get most of our number on that boat.” He said. He directed to various warriors. Some were avian, some were aquatic, “You lot can make it on your own, right?” They nodded. Among their number was a gray and silver armored avian Order member named Aerosh. He had a gray weapon mounted on his left wrist, and a similar red one on his right. They were feeding into tubes that ran up his arms, by his claws. His wings unfolded, “I’ll fly above you to provide support.” He said, lifting his arms to show his weapons, “Lava and cement should work to slow anyone down.” He said. An aquatic Dark Hunter stepped forward. His identity was that of Amphibax, one of the former Barraki’s lieutenants. “I’ll stay right under the ship to provide backup.” He told Kopaka. Kopaka nodded, “Very good.” He said, “Now, let’s get moving.” He got into the boat and moved aside as others, such as Lariska and the other higher ranking officers and other soldiers got inside the boat. “Let’s move.” Kopaka said, moving the boat out. The other warriors started to row as fast as they could, getting away from the land. Amphibax was beneath them, waiting for something to happen, while Aerosh covered them from above. Others started to take to the air or the water as the boat stared to get farther away. Kopaka gazed out ahead, waiting for their arrival. He had to save Tahu, no matter what the cost. The father of the rebellion couldn’t die. Tahu needed to live, no matter what. Kopaka gazed out ahead as he hid behind a cluster of boulders set close to a river running across the island surface. There were hundreds of Rahkshi patrolling the area. Apparently Makuta liked to have the bases of his enemy factions kept in check. Aerosh crouched beside Kopaka, gazing out around him. Kopaka nodded to him and rushed out one way with Lariska covering his right side. The Rahkshi took notice of him quickly and raised their staffs up. Before they realized what had hit them, Aerosh was throwing his right arm forward, spraying a burst of molten lava from his arm mounted weapon, melting them in hisses of pain. More turned on Aerosh and unleashed their powers. He flew around with expert grace and did a spiral bombdive towards them before pulling quickly up and spraying cement out of his gray left arm launcher, stopping the Rahkshi in their tracks. Kopaka slashed a Rahkshi across the face, slicing the Kraata in half, killing it as he raced by. He rolled forward, slamming a foot into another Rahkshi, throwing it back. Lariska leapt forward, driving her dagger under the chin of the serpentine head of the creature, killing the Kraata. She pulled her weapon out and span around, ducking under the swing of another Rahkshi’s staff. She grabbed the center of the staff in her left hand and yanked it forward. She drove her dagger into the spot between its eyes, killing the Kraata within it, dropping it to the ground. Kopaka raced through the field of Rahkshi. On all sides came his allies, blasting paths through the forces. Some threw energy bolts, some threw energy attacks of various elements, while some manipulated other events, such as kinetics to blow Rahkshi and Visorak aside, butchering them or wounding them until they couldn’t move anymore and were no longer a real threat at the immediate moment. Rescuing Tahu came first. If the Rahkshi and Visorak were only wounded, they wouldn’t be in the way. That was enough. Kopaka stopped with Lariska and a large armored Dark Hunter at his side. There were hundreds of Rahkshi surrounding them, and they could see poles coming out from behind them. No doubt these were the beasts guarding Tahu. “We’ll cut through and save Tahu.” Kopaka hissed, pointing his sword forward. He looked directly at one Rahkshi. As soon as it realized he was looking at it specifically, it leapt forward, only to drop dead from a blade of ice through its head. “Let’s go.” Kopaka said, racing forward. As he hacked his way through and used moderate bursts of his power to freeze and shatter some of the Rahkshi, he fought closer and closer to the execution poles. He span around, driving his sword back and impaling one of the Rahkshi. He pushed up closer, getting to the pole itself. It was empty. “What?” He shouted, looking around, unsure of what was happening. Was Tahu already dead and gone? The large Dark Hunter clashed with some Rahkshi before using his superior weight and strength to drive them back. He cleaved a handful of Rahkshi in half with a swing of his mighty axe and looked to Kopaka. “It was a trap.” He hissed. “I’m sure it was.” Kopaka confirmed. “I might have just ended up getting us all killed…” “We’ll stay by your side.” Lariska said, drawing up her dagger, “Let’s end this fight and get out of here.” Kopaka nodded, walking into the mob of Rahkshi, “Yes. Now, let us dance with death.” He said with a dead calm that frightened even the two Dark Hunters. As Rahkshi rushed forward, using their staffs in such close quarters, they were Kopaka’s. He was utilizing a graceful type of combat, that as he had called it, was the dance of death. It was his dance of grace and elegance that would slay the Rahkshi where they stood, using their own powers against them. He pulled his sword apart, only holding the upper blade while he sheathed the lower blade on his back. As a Rahkshi with its staff drawn back lunged for him, he slammed his sword forward, using the driving weight of the Rahkshi to impale it even farther on his sword. He kicked it away and span around, ducking under the swing of a staff. As the Rahkshi drew the staff back for another wild swing, Kopaka plunged his sword forward quickly and without a second thought, impaling the Rahkshi, destroying the suit, frying the Kraata inside with an electrical short-circuit. He continued to do the same. He would wait for the opponent to give him an opening, and then attack. He would use their own weight against them. If they drove in for him, he would step aside and let them impale themselves even farther on his sword. He wasn’t doing a bulk of the work, but rather, the Rahkshi were doing the bulk in killing themselves for him. Lariska soon realized what he was doing, and did the same. Whenever she got the chance, she would still impale the heads of Rahkshi with her dagger to kill the Kraata within, but most of the time, she would sidestep and twist her wrist, allowing them to run themselves in up to the hilt, creating a short-circuit in the armor to destroy the Kraata within. The other Dark Hunter was using a crescent battleaxe and wasn’t using such tactics. He swung wildly with overhead attacks, cleaving one in half at a time, or, used sweeping side-to-side attacks to bifurcate multiple foes at once in a wide arc. As the three fought their way through without much effort, the Rahkshi started to back away, getting ready to use their powers instead of brute force against the group. “Be ready.” Kopaka breathed. As various powers were released from all sides, the two Dark Hunters dashed back, getting next to Kopaka as the Toa of Ice slammed his sword into the ground. Ice rose around them on all sides, deflecting each energy attack, destroying hordes of Rahkshi as it ricocheted around from the reflective properties of the ice that Kopaka had created specifically for this trap. As a line was now open, they made a break for it, rushing down to freedom. They raced past the Rahkshi and into a lusher area where their team awaited them. As Rahkshi gave pursuit, the team attacked back, using all of their powers to hold the Rahkshi at bay and rip them apart. “This is our island.” Aerosh said, descending until he touched the ground, “We should stay.” He growled. “If you want to get yourselves and other Order operatives killed, be my guest.” Kopaka said, “But if you want to make a difference, we have to keep going.” “That’s the thing…making a difference is killing Rahkshi and destroying energized protodermis wells to prevent more creations.” Aerosh said, “If we kill these, then we eliminate the wells…no more Rahkshi. I think we’re doing to stay and do what damage we can here.” “You sure?” Kopaka asked. He nodded. “Best of luck, then.” Kopaka said, fleeing with the others towards their boat.Teridax’s standing has shaken the universe, allowing everyone inside to realize that it is time. Time to attack. Next time, Legacy 8: Rebellion Part 1—Shadows and Rebels!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 5, 2012 Author Share Posted January 5, 2012 Legacy 8: Rebellion Part 1—Shadows and Rebels! As Teridax settled down on a new place after his flight through space, everyone inside of him felt the jolt. They all knew what they had to do now. The word had been spread by the resistance groups led by the Toa Nuva. The Nuva weren’t playing with a full deck. They had men hidden all around, some pretending to be slaves, some pretending to be loyal to Makuta, some in hiding in special places created by a former psychic member of the Order of Mata Nui, hiding out, laying low. Now it was time. The Nuva had spread the word. As soon as Teridax stood, they were to launch their attacks. They were to just attack anywhere, do as much damage internally as possible and give whoever was on the outside whatever chances they could to win, or hopefully, be able to survive an encounter with this giant machine that had just landed. Now was the time for revolt on a much larger scale. Soon, every island was enveloping in chaos of revolts, splitting Makuta’s attention, hopefully giving those on the outside a winning chance. Takanuva, clad in white and gray armor, moved around the mountains that were all around him. He wasn’t quite sure where he was anymore. All he knew was that he had been island jumping for quite some time, spreading word of revolt, and gaining knowledge of other Takanuva’s in the universe, in black armor, causing chaos with the element of Shadows. Utilizing such bland armor, Takanuva was able to blend into some of his surroundings with more ease. And being more depressing in color would make him look less like a Toa of Light, less dangerous to Makuta’s minions. That had been a mistake they wouldn’t make again. His lasers had seen to that. Being a Toa of Light, he was able to fully manipulate light. Light was a powerful element, and he could condense it into powerful bursts of laser bolts, burning through any foes that came near him. None stood a chance against it. He stopped as he started his descent. He allowed the slope to do the work for him as he simply dug his twin Staffs of Light into the rocks as he descended. He stopped at the bottom and walked around, noticing something moving up ahead. This island, or landmass, or wherever he was, had yet to be plunged into a full battle of revolt. That was about to change. He realized the being up ahead was like him, but black. He was one of the Shadow Takanuva that people spoke of, no doubt about that. He carried a single Staff of Light, or Dark, or whatever he would be calling it, as well as wearing a gray Avohkii, Mask of Light. This would be his end. Takanuva stayed perfectly still, waiting for his double to get close. When he started to get within arm’s reach of the hidden Takanuva, he whipped around, smashing his weapon down. Takanuva rolled aside and drew both staffs up. The other Takanuva slashed down, forcing the normal Takanuva to cross his weapons to prevent the other blade from crashing into him. “Who are you?” Takanuva hissed. “You.” The other Takanuva laughed. “How?” “Other dimension, Shadow Leech.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Shadow Leech…should have known.” Takanuva hissed, “I overcame one, you know. You can find a way back! You don’t have to do this!” “Oh, but I do!” Shadow Takanuva laughed, slamming a foot hard into Takanuva’s gut, knocking him back. As his staff came down for Takanuva, the Toa of Light rolled aside, lest he be impaled by the Staff of Light. Takanuva rolled back and threw his left hand forward in a half-hazardly manner, throwing a small flash of light in the way of his doppelganger. The light blinded the Shadow Toa for a few moments. Takanuva watched him stumble back into some of the rocks around him. Takanuva rose and crossed his staffs. He raced forward, drawing them out to his sides, pointing the blades out. He brought them up and slammed them down, going for a kill by cutting the throat open. Shadow Takanuva looked up and sent out a blast of Shadow, throwing Takanuva off his balance. The Toa of Light rolled aside and kicked his counterpart in the chest, knocking him back. The Shadow Takanuva stood tall, planting the blunt end of his staff in the ground. He closed his eyes, taking full advantage of his powers. Shadows swirled around him like a cyclone. Takanuva backed away in fear of what this man was about to do, and how powerful and dangerous he truly was. “It’s time for this to end.” He hissed. The shadows began to take form, becoming a large, snaking creature, withering around the Shadow Toa. It had jaws of shadows which came open and snapped shut, and even had slits for eyes in it, creating a living appearance. “Nice performance.” Takanuva mocked. “It can do more than look real.” Shadow Takanuva said. He threw his arm out, pointing his staff forward, “Go!” He shouted. The slithering shadow creature erupted forward, going right in at Takanuva. The Toa of Light lifted and crossed his staffs, creating as much light as he could from them, dispelling the creature on impact, splitting it in all different directions around his body, scattering it everywhere, destroying ground where it struck, and some scattered into the sky. Takanuva raced forward, spinning around. He slashed down, cutting his foe across the chest, leaving a sting of Light in his chest. The Shadow Toa clutched his wound and stumbled back. Takanuva span around, spinning both of his staffs around in his hands, and he plunged them back, impaling his foe with both of the blades, crossing them behind his back to kill the Toa of Shadows. His counterpart slid down the staffs slightly, and gave a cough before he went completely limp, staying down. Takanuva slid his foe off of his staffs and hooked them to his back. He crouched down and removed the darkened Avohkii from the Toa of Shadow’s face, and set it on the ground. He lifted his foot, and crashed it down, smashing the Kanohi into fragments. He started to walk away, but then stopped and looked around, making sure nobody else was around. He didn’t want to walk into a trap. Satisfied that he could sense nobody about, he continued on, looking back once more at the corpse behind him before he left. Rahkshi stalked around Karzahni. The population was enslaved, the statue Matoran were destroyed so their lives would end, and the insane ruler was nowhere to be found. There was really nothing to watch over in Karzahni, but it was still a location that should remain guarded. It was one of the paths to Metru Nui, and as such, was an important area in the longrun. Two beings stalked around in the shadows, simply watching, waiting for their moment. When a Rahkshi spotted them, it lifted its staff and unleashed a blast of plasma. It crashed through the air, like a sort of burning liquid, and smashed into the stone wall near the two beings, giving them a little light. They were both massive, almost like dinosaurs. One was in red armor, one was in blue armor. There were minor differences, but both looked very similar. The blue one looked to the red one and smiled wickedly, “Well, Gahdok, shall we use acid?” The one named Gahdok nodded, “Yes, Cahdok. Let us.” They both looked forward at the swarming Rahkshi coming in at them. They stood close together and cracked their necks forward, opening their mouths wide, unleashing sprays of acid through the air, melting Rahkshi before they could get close. More and more came, attempting to bring the two powerhouses down. The Bahrag continued to melt Rahkshi in their way, destroying each wave in unison. As too many began to get too close, the Bahrag reached out with their powers, first creating illusions of more Rahkshi in their places, stopping the Rahkshi for a few moments. Meanwhile, they strengthened a telepathic signal that was being sent out above. The top of the domes above them cracked and opened. Spheres fell, raining down on the area that was Karzahni, breaking through the roof of stone above them that encaged them in the underground. The Bohrok came to life. The mechanical insectoid creatures came forward, using their powers to break through the ranks of Rahkshi. Soon, however, they were too deep in enemy territory to get to the Queens to protect them. More and more Rahkshi got closer and closer to the Bahrag. Soon, they were all lined up, unleashing powers that would surely slay the two Queens. The two moved closer together. Instantly, the attacks stopped as they struck a shield that had come up around the two invaders. “Symbiosis.” Gahdok said. “Close together, invincible shield.” Her blue armored sister, Cahdok, said. The two unleashed their powers again, this time, over Stone. The walls around them came to life. The stone ripped apart and flew around the Rahkshi, smashing into them, breaking their bodies, smashing them together, and pounding them into the ground. The two Queens were unstoppable now that they were together, now that they had some of their swarms to help fight. The Toa Nuva had awakened them over two years ago to help with the cleaning of the island of Mata Nui for the purpose of Mata Nui’s awakening. When the rebellions started two years ago when Makuta took the universe, the Bahrag decided to fight for their lives, for the universe itself. They were to remain in hiding until the time was right, which was now. Now was their chance to do as much damage as possible. Their goal was Metru Nui, considering the most Bohrok would be accessible in that area, considering they would be in their hives right above the island. Karzahni also allowed them to start calling on Bohrok, but not the number they would later have in Metru Nui. Soon, no Rahkshi stood in their way. They were only scraps lying around on the ground everywhere. No survivors, no damage to the Bahrag, and a few destroyed Bohrok. “We’ll make up for them.” Cahdok said, moving with Gahdok, step for step, towards the exit of Karzahni. “Yes, we shall.” Gahdok agreed as they started towards Metru Nui. Shadow Takanuva moved along the coast of Zakaz. The island had since been reclaimed since it had been lost in the previous year because of an assault by Toa Gali Nuva. She had somehow gotten the Tahtorak involved and they had started to butcher the Skakdi, forcing the Skakdi to become subservient, or die. Some fled, and that was how word really got out. Shadow Takanuva was there to see to it that the Tahtorak were put in their places. So far it was going well, but he knew there were more dangers ahead. The center of the island was a way into the ocean. He gazed down at the waters. They rippled slightly, as if a fish had just come up. “Come out.” He said softly in a very menacing voice. He didn’t have to raise his voice for it to be commanding and full of threat. A being began to emerge. It was like a sea-monster. It was very appropriate for Zakaz, Shadow Takanuva decided. It had a blue and lime green body. It had a blue chest with light green arms down to the elbows, where it became blue again until the wrists, which were lime green. It had silver claws for hands, and bladed fins beneath the wrists. It had sleek blue armor overlaying the lime green of the upper arms. The legs, to the knees, if they could be called that, were lime green. There were thicker lime green and dark green armor by the knee area, which became blue and jointed, almost like a tail of some sort. This ‘tail’ ended in a larger, blue piece of armor. On its back there were two blue bladed wings or fins, or something, doing down its back. It had two blades coming up above that. They were white with crimson stains across them. Their purpose could have been for battering in underwater combat, but he wasn’t sure. The head of this being was probably the worst. It was black and lime green, potentially a Kanohi, but probably not. It was a sleek, insectoid form with a stinger in place of a mouth. It could speak, he was sure, but the stinger made him feel…frightened. It wasn’t from his Shadow Leech experiments, but rather, something else, something deep down inside. He supposed it could have been from his past life, when he was a Toa of Light, but he shrugged, unsure of what it meant. “Who are you?” Shadow Takanuva shouted down. “Ambien.” The being replied in a thick, watery voice. It slithered up onto land on its ‘tail’ and came rushing in at the Toa of Shadows. Takanuva slashed his staff down, sending a bolt of Shadows at his guest. The warrior span around in the air, leaving its tail off the ground. It slammed down and whipped around, whipping the tail out and smashing it into Takanuva’s chest, bringing him to his knees in pain. He looked up, taking a slam from one of the bladed fins to the face. He started to fall back, but Ambien caught him in his clawed hand. He started to crush down, putting cuts into the Avohkii. Soon, Takanuva was lifted into the air by this mighty warrior. Takanuva struggled, but couldn’t get himself freed. “What are you?” Takanuva gasped. Water erupted into his face. Ambien was attempting to drown him on dry land. He stopped just as sudden and punched Takanuva in the gut with his other fist, just to shake him up. “I am of the Order of Mata Nui.” Ambien hissed in his thick, watery voice. He threw Takanuva to the ground with cracking results. Takanuva could no longer rise to defend himself. Ambien looked down at him, and then, plunged his face into Takanuva’s chest, plowing the stinger into his foe’s stomach. Takanuva screamed in pain as the stinger bit into his body. He tried to get up, to move at all, but he couldn’t. The being pulled back, “Now, tell me what I want to know.” Ambien hissed. Takanuva panted, but didn’t speak. Again, he plunged into Takanuva’s chest, but at a different spot this time, making a new hole in Takanuva. The Toa of Shadows screamed in unbridled pain until Ambien pulled out again. “Tell me.” “What do you want to know?” Takanuva screamed. “I want to know where the rest of you are.” He hissed. “I…I don’t know!” Takanuva screamed. The Toa of Shadows wasn’t meant to break, but under such pain, surrendering information was natural. He couldn’t hold it in. He couldn’t hold back from Ambien. “Fine. We have all day to start asking the correct questions.” Ambien hissed without a shred of remorse as he dug in again.Battles inside of Teridax continue with new intensity as all sides fight each other, attempting to butcher each other for their own goals. Next time, Legacy 9: Rebellion Part 2—Battle for the Universe!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 6, 2012 Author Share Posted January 6, 2012 Legacy 9: Rebellion Part 2—Battle for the Universe! “Odina is secured.” Onua said, nodding to the messenger, “I understand.” The blue armored, lizard-like warrior nodded, and in a flash, was speeding away. He was a fast warrior, a messenger and assassin for the Dark Hunters. He had just come from Odina, from Onua’s former men, with a message for the Toa of Earth about the current situation, which was fine as of yet. The Rahkshi and Visorak had yet to reclaim the Dark Hunter base island of Odina. Onua had hoped that using the catacombs for guerilla warfare would allow the warriors on Odina to remain one step ahead of their foes, and allow them to hopefully find new weapons that they could use to destroy their foes when the time came that they would have to continue to fight. Onua turned around, startled to see a familiar face. He smiled and clasped hands with the orange, gray and yellow armored Toa. “Pohatu!” Onua exclaimed. Pohatu smiled, “Onua, wow…it’s been a while.” “Two years.” A third voice said. They looked to the side, watching Kopaka approach them. He offered a slight smile; uncharacteristic of him, but it had been two years of fighting what was essentially a war for the universe, for all life itself. He had to smile at seeing old faces again like this. “Where have you been?” Pohatu questioned, walking towards him, clasping hands with him as well, “You know you shouldn’t go far without me…” “You really do enjoy the fact that I consider you a friend, don’t you?” Kopaka questioned. “I won’t lie, I do.” Pohatu answered. “Well, as long as you enjoy yourself.” Kopaka said, removing his hand. He moved towards Onua and bumped fists with him. “Where are the others?” Onua asked Kopaka, “Weren’t we all supposed to get together here?” “The message was supposed to get to everyone. It might have not gotten as far as it needed to have.” Kopaka said. “I understand that.” Onua replied, “I hope it did. We need to all be together again.” “We can do some serious damage!” Pohatu agreed, walking towards the two of them, throwing his arms around their shoulders. “You’re right; we could do a lot of damage.” Kopaka said, brushing Pohatu’s arm off, “But that’s not what we’re here to do.” “What are we here to do, then?” Pohatu questioned. “Reunite and get our bearings.” Kopaka said, “Then we’ll go where we’re needed. There are no enemies here, after all.” They were in one of the few safe zones created by the Order’s former psychic who could create ‘holes in the world’ to hide from Makuta’s gaze. They couldn’t stay for long before they had to get moving, and only hoped the other three would soon arrive, if not Takanuva as well. Soon, they saw a blue, rough armored figure approaching. The three were taken aback by the realization that this was Gali that they were seeing. She stepped into the protected area, feeling an odd sensation wash over her body. She brushed it off as she walked towards the others, bumping fists with them as a greeting. “What…happened to your armor?” Pohatu asked. “I could ask you the same.” She replied with a smile, “I changed it to look fierce. I was on Zakaz, after all, one year ago.” Kopaka nodded, “Intimidation tactic…not sure how it would work against Makuta’s minions or Skakdi…” “Well enough.” She told him, patting him on the shoulder. “You haven’t seen any of the others, have you?” He asked her. “Me?” Another voice called. They all looked behind Onua, watching the lime green armored Lewa approaching. He rushed into the safe spot and stopped by them, smiling at all of them, taking them all in, taking in their new armor and weapons, allowing them to take in his. “Lewa!” Pohatu exclaimed, clasping hands with him, “Great to see you again!” “You too.” Lewa said, smiling. He looked to Kopaka, “Isn’t Tahu here yet? Or Takanuva?” “We don’t know if Takanuva was to come.” Kopaka said, “He was harder to track down, on his own and all. We’re hoping Tahu arrives soon so we know where to strike.” “You know, I just want to say something.” Lewa said. “Go ahead. We never stopped you before.” Kopaka said. “We should have…” Pohatu said under his breath, thinking of some of the things that Lewa had said before to them. No one seemed to hear Pohatu, but that was probably for the best. Instead, Lewa spoke his mind to them. “The last time we were together was two years ago, on Metru Nui, right after Makuta took control of our world. I just wanted to say…it’s amazing to see you guys again. It’s amazing that we finally found our ways back to each other, that we’re a true team again. We aren’t leaders of rebels right now…but rather, we are a team.” He put his fist out, waiting for the others to do the same. Everyone gave a smile, one way or another. Public or private. They all relished the fact that for once, they weren’t fighting, they weren’t running. They were standing and speaking to one another. They were a team, that was true. They all put their fists in the middle, clanking them together. For the first time in two years, they were together, and they weren’t going to waste that opportunity. “Should we get to work without Tahu?” Onua asked. Kopaka nodded, “I hate to have to say it…but yeah, let’s start planning.” “You don’t think he’s…” Lewa started. Gali shook her head, “Tahu is strong. No way he died.” “I hope you’re right.” Lewa said. Kopaka looked to all of them, “The plan…” Triglax raced around a boulder, staying out of sight of the moving hordes of Rahkshi. He was a Dark Hunter of small stature with the ability to shapeshift, making him dangerous. But in this form, his normal form, he was vulnerable. He was around a Matoran’s size, covered in black armor. His feet had two claws on them, biting into the ground. His left arm had a thin covering of armor, with silver claws facing towards his back and out just above the elbow. He had a claw instead of a hand on his left, with a weapon that looked like a bayonet with laser sight above his hand. It doubled as a blaster and a blade. His right was different. It was thicker and clearly mechanical. It had bladed, black armor above the elbow with a red spike coming out. It continued down in a mechanical arm, ending without a hand, but rather, a silver thruster-like object. Behind his arm were two bladed objects coming down, sloping slightly down. His head was red, but he wore a blue visor over the top of his head and eyes, all for the purpose of shapeshifting. He looked around, and saw a Shadow Takanuva walking around. The Shadow Takanuva were some of the most dangerous warriors Teridax had. They acted almost as generals. He started to shift around the boulder, hoping to get away, when he tripped over a rock. He cursed softly as the Shadow Toa approached. As he rounded the corner, Triglax leapt at him, plunging the claw and blade into his chest. Takanuva stumbled back and threw the small warrior aside. Triglax slid back and threw his right arm forward. The silver claws erupted out, impaling the ground behind him, keeping him locked into place. Energy built up around the point of his bayonet blade, and it erupted forward, crashing into Takanuva, throwing him back. The blades retracted, allowing Triglax to move forward. He lifted his right arm, pointing the thruster object up. As Takanuva rose and pointed his staff forward, charging it with his power of Shadows, Triglax acted. A burst of power erupted up into the air and started to shift around, as if shuffling a deck of cards it appeared. Finally, the light crashed onto Triglax, and when he emerged, he was a Tahtorak, smashing his tail into the Shadow Toa, casting him aside. The Toa slumped down. He lifted his staff again, opening fire with bursts of Shadow energy. Triglax dodged as he ran. He slid, returning to normal. Again, he lifted his arm high into the air, sending the same energy up. Once more, it shuffled. Names and words flashed by at lightning speed on Triglax’s visor, until he chose one. The light stopped and came down on him, transforming him into a Spiked Stone Ape. He leapt forward, crashing his large fist into Shadow Takanuva, throwing the Toa of Shadows into a boulder, cracking it down the center. Triglax remained perched, waiting for his foe to move. When the Toa pushed himself up, Triglax punched him hard enough to put him back down. “You’re a dangerous one.” Takanuva growled. Light erupted forward from the Avohkii. Triglax, momentarily blinded, stumbled back. Takanuva pushed himself forward, slashing his foe across the chest, dropping him back into his normal form. Takanuva crouched down, looking at the mechanical arm. He took up his staff and slammed it down, severing it at Triglax’s shoulder. Triglax screamed in pain, but put up with it. Takanuva threw his staff hand to hand, and then, sliced his left arm off at the shoulder. His eyes showed his pain, but he never voiced it. He was better than that. He wasn’t going to cry out in this absolute pain. Taking the mechanical arm, he put it at the same spot his larger arm had been. Utilizing the Avohkii’s powers, he used a thin beam of light to meld the mechanical arm into place, making sure that the wires and organics were fusing properly to make it operational. “Let’s see what this does!” Takanuva cried, throwing his arm up. Light erupted upwards and began to shuffle. Instantly, his mind was bombarded with names in such a rapid speed it hurt to attempt to read them. He couldn’t read them. Triglax rose, minus one arm. He plunged his claws back into the ground again from his arm. He lifted it, taking aim, charging the largest blast he could into the blade. He was a Dark Hunter. He could do this. Even without the power that made him who he was, he could do this. He fired, but the Toa was gone, replaced with a small lizard on the ground. It scurried forward, and broke form, returning to normal. Takanuva cried out in frustration. He wasn’t paying enough attention. A blast of power slammed into his chest, throwing him to the ground. Before he could rise, Triglax had his claws and the tip of the blade at his throat. “Move and die.” Triglax hissed, preparing to kill him. He glanced to the arm once, and then decided to take care of it. “What is that visor?” “It can read the names.” Triglax said, knowing that his foe would understand. “I desire it.” Shadow Takanuva said, slamming a blinding burst of light into Triglax’s eyes from the Avohkii. As the Dark Hunter staggered back, he pushed himself up and took two strides forward before impaling Triglax with his staff, killing the Dark Hunter. He tore his Avohkii off his face and tore the visor off of Triglax’s. He put it on, getting a feel for it, and a feel for not having Light to back him up anymore. He threw his arm up and fired the energy off, this time able to read and understand the names, able to make a choice for his transformation. He smiled grimly as he lowered the arm and walked away, preparing to cause more trouble for the rebels. Two Dark Hunters rushed through the foliage of the Southern Continent. One was clad in red and black armor, just piled in weaponry, all of it long ranged. He had a pistol-like weapon with two blades on his left arm, a double Cordak Blaster with energy cannon on his right. He had Nynrah Ghost Launchers on his shoulders, and more energy blasters beside them. He had a silver head with a crimson, glowing optical eye. His name was Helsrok. He was one of the best Dark Hunters. His partner was clad in white and orange armor. He had a white body with orange arms that were jointed in an odd manner. He had very long arms because of this, with white hands. He carried a sword mounted on a strange hilt that seemed to be designed as such for a point. He had illuminating orange pieces of armor on his upper arms and his lower chest for some reason. His legs beside the lower piece were orange, and then white, connected together to become almost like a worm, it appeared, except that he floated. On his back he had some blades mounted, including a large dagger behind each shoulder. He had an orange Kanohi mask on his face, but with an unknown power. He was a Dark Hunter as well, codenamed ‘Taboo’. He was a plasma manipulator. The two stopped and turned to check their pursuer. It was a large, blue armored Skakdi, armed with a crescent scythe. He ducked under a thick tree as Helsrok opened fire with his pistol weapon, just missing his mark. The Skakdi emerged, with more following. They worked in tandem, unleashing a creature of water and wind, unleashing it on the two Dark Hunters. “The Skakdi are pets of the Makuta now.” Taboo hissed. He threw his sword forward. The hilt erupted with power and plasma streamed out of the blade, incinerating the monster before him, “Good thing we’re so heavily armed, though.” “That guy is Nektann.” Helsrok said. “Heard the name.” Taboo answered. “One of the strongest warlords of Zakaz.” Helsrok said, “Be careful.” “Of course.” Taboo replied, opening fire with more plasma bolts. As the energy attacks and the missiles and whatever else Helsrok threw at them flew through the air, more Skakdi unleashed their powers to stop the attacks. Soon, there were too many to even know where to start the attack. “Stop them.” Nektann hissed, “I have something to do.” He said, racing away. The two Dark Hunters didn’t consider what he was doing. They continued their attack, cutting as many Skakdi down as possible. Soon, it was apparent that Nektann wouldn’t return. Then the Dark Hunters heard the sound of a struggle up ahead. Everyone stopped and looked ahead, watching as Nektann came through the foliage, dragging a half dead Toa by the neck. Nektann himself was in serious condition. “Retreat…” He hissed. One questioned him, “But…” “Retreat!” Nektann shouted. The Skakdi began to pull back, fleeing the area. The two Dark Hunters looked to each other and raced towards where Nektann had gone to. They knew of a Toa fortification up ahead, and had been on their way there before the ambush. When they arrived, there were no Toa, other than two corpses, probably from Nektann. There was something else, however. There was a steel hatch in the ground, leading out to what looked like sky, somehow. With the robot standing, of course it would. “What is it?” Taboo questioned. “A way out, I’m sure.” Helsrok replied, “A way to wherever we are.”Cruor and his Bone Hunters arrive to enter the fray, believing that they can win the day in the midst of Rahkshi and Glatorian. Next time, Legacy 10: Cruor’s Final Strike—The Bone Hunters Arrive!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 7, 2012 Author Share Posted January 7, 2012 Legacy 10: Cruor’s Final Strike—The Bone Hunters Arrive! As the two massive robots fought overhead, Glatorian and Skrall swarmed around the feet as they saw something emerging. Lizard-like robotic creatures began to emerge from the larger robot, coming out of ports on the feet, as well as ports anywhere else close to the ground. They were in all different colors, as well as wielding staffs of various sorts. “What are those things?” A Skrall shouted. Another lifted his sword, “Whatever they are, for the sake of Leader, we shall destroy them!” Ackar stepped forward, nodding. He drew his sword with its flame design. He looked up and down the sword, and then out to the combat about to come, “Let us do this, just for Mata Nui. Forget our own lives, what matters is Mata Nui. He can’t worry about us. If he does, then he could lose. All that matters is his victory over that other machine. After all…how could any of us hold up against that?” The Skrall around him nodded, realizing that as long as they lived, Mata Nui had to survive this fight. His fight was the one that mattered. By fighting on the ground, there was less to worry about for him during the entire course of the battle. The Skrall raced into battle, hacking and slashing into the machines, cutting them down in single swipes. The machines watched, but the Skrall were stronger and faster than expected, easily able to slice through the opposition with single attacks. The robots fell, but weren’t able to get back up, despite being alive. They moved, but couldn’t rise to fight again. Whatever controlled them was still alive, but the Skrall didn’t know what it was, or where to look. The Skrall hacked and slashed continually, cutting any of the enemies down as they went. Ackar joined the battle, slashing through them with ease as well. Despite his age, he was strong and fast, easily able to help the Skrall, who were younger and stronger than him, to destroy these things. More Glatorian and Skrall soon joined the battle. Ackar could see Glatorian such as Gresh, Kiina, Vastus, Perditus, Calif and many others joining in, using whatever weapons they had to confuse their foes, who were confused by some of their tactics. They soon started to fall in droves as the Bara Magnans joined the battle en masse. No matter how many of these machines there were, not enough were able to enter the fight fast enough. By the time they figured their foes out, figured out how to attack, it was too late. Only some of them, not too far back that they couldn’t see, but not too close to be among the first cut down, could see the full extent of what was happening. Only they got any attacks off. Tornadoes ripped through the Skrall ranks, ripping them apart. Chain lightning blasted some apart, but that was more selective, unlike the winds. Skrall attempted to use their shields, but the lightning ripped them apart. Only a few shields managed to hold up, presumably from shaken attention from the casters of the lightning. Anyone who used powers was instantly cut down to prevent even more disasters from occurring. “We can win this!” Ackar shouted, rallying the men with a call of confidence in their abilities. He was right, they could win. He thoroughly believed in what he said. They were cutting so many of them down, they couldn’t regroup fast enough to counter the Skrall. What worried Ackar was that he and his men were only at one of the two feet. The other foot also had men coming out, but he was sure the men over there would handle the situation just the same. After all, Tarix and his men would be over there to assist in leading the battle. As the battles continued, Ackar looked up. He saw figures leaping out of a spot near the giant robot’s back, landing on some higher mountains behind it within the Black Spikes. They descended towards the battle below, but Ackar couldn’t make them out. Mata Nui looked down at the battles, and then, noticed the figures dropping as well. He ducked under a blow from the larger machine, and using all of his force, drove an elbow into the foe’s chest, knocking him back a step. That step was massive, moving the invasion force away. Some were crushed as they fell from the stumble, and smashed apart on the ground below. Some were even stepped on on impact. Fortunately, he could see the figures in the Black Spikes unharmed. He was sure he knew who they were. They were Toa. Ignika, be ready. Mata Nui said to the golden Kanohi in his chest cavity. The golden mask came to life. It was powering the robot, but began to charge for another purpose entirely. As Mata Nui ducked a swing from Makuta, golden energy erupted from the prototype body. The wave of power washed over the entirety of the combatants, spreading Mata Nui’s influence. Mata Nui was created by the Great Beings. They created him to speak the language of the Matoran, which they also created. They also created him to understand the language of the Spherus Magna inhabitants, since that was their language as well. He could speak with both his own people, and his adoptive people. Now, with the Ignika spreading his will out, anyone could understand either language. Anyone within range, that was. Anyone on the Bara Magna side would be inside of range. Anyone inside of Makuta and near him would be able to understand. Only those farther away, perhaps only on the other side of the planet, couldn’t be affected by the Ignika and Mata Nui’s intertwined wills lashing out. Now, if those Toa were to side with the Bara Magnans, and they should, Mata Nui figured, there would be no communication problems. As soon as Toa saw Ackar or Tarix and their men attacking Rahkshi, they would understand. Destroying their common foes would be a universal enough language for them to understand. Likewise, by watching the Toa destroy Rahkshi, the Bara Magnans would understand as well. As long as they didn’t get out of hand and destroy each other, they would be fine. The last thing Mata Nui needed was his people turning on each other. Their only hope of staving off a Rahkshi invasion, and leaving the fighting to Mata Nui was unity, and only unity. Mata Nui took a punch to the chest, but managed to stand his ground. He pushed back, slamming Makuta as hard as he could, but the superior machine couldn’t move. Something is wrong. What, Ignika? Others are coming. Others? In the small mounds and rock faces behind Mata Nui, some of the Skrall could see others approaching, all of them mounted on Rock Steeds or Sand Stalkers. They all raced into the battle, lifting swords high. There was no mistaking them. Bone Hunters. Ackar cried out a warning, but the cry was too late. Those unsuspecting, as they fought off the mechanical serpentine warriors, were cut down from behind. Only did their cries of pain alert the others to the approaching Bone Hunters, led by Cruor, wielding his wicked, curved knife. He plunged his blade into a Glatorian and knocked him away. He rode into the chaos, lifting his blade high. The machines weren’t sure what to make of the new arrivals, recognizing them as the Matoran of their universe. They made no moves to kill them, as that was against orders. That was their mistake. In the chaos, the Bone Hunters cut anyone down. Glatorian, Skrall, and even the machines. The machines, even with their numbers faltering, didn’t attack the new arrivals. Their orders didn’t allow them to. “Let’s make a plan.” Vires, the Special Corp. Skrall said, pushing his way through to Ackar. He bashed a Bone Hunter in the skull, caving it in and watching the corpse drop. “What sort of plan?” Ackar asked. “We’ll get our men out of here and in the confusion, allow the Bone Hunters to butcher these…things.” The general said. “How do we get out so quickly that we can allow that to happen?” Ackar questioned. “We’ll find a way.” Vires said. He span around, plunging a fist into the face of a machine, crushing it. As it dropped, he lunged forward, smashing the head of another in with his club. He turned back to Ackar, “Just start thinking!” Ackar watched as more and more approached. The machines all lifted their staffs, getting ready for a unified attack for once. Before they could do anything, they were sucked halfway into the sand. Stinger tails plunged into their heads, destroying the things that controlled them. “That’s it!” Ackar said. He raced towards the Skrall and tackled him, taking him down to avoid a swing of a Bone Hunter riding past. “We use the tunnels.” Vires said, realizing it at the same time. Ackar nodded wildly, “Yes! We just get underground! Tunnels are everywhere!” He rose, helping the other general to his feet. He clasped Vires on the shoulder, “Spread the word!” “You too.” Vires said, rushing away and bashing a Bone Hunter in the side, crushing his chest. Ackar nodded, rushing away. He sliced the staff of a machine in half and then drew his sword back, running the head through with his blade. Ackar and Vires raced away, cutting down opposition on both sides and spreading the word of the plan. The Bone Hunters never caught on, and the other creatures didn’t seem intelligent enough to understand in the midst of battle. As the battles continued, Cruor raced into battle. He had no idea what was happening, but the Skrall forces were starting to get allied into closer lines of infantry as they attacked. They were forming wedges as they pushed in, slicing through the mechanical opposition. As he performed the same strategy with his men, forming a wedge and driving in at the enemies of both sides, something happened that he didn’t expect. The Skrall and Glatorian forces suddenly vanished into a puff of sand and dust, diving underground into tunnels dug by their Vorox and Zesk allies. Before Cruor could realize what was happening, the energy attacks that the machines were building up were unleashed, crashing through the ranks of the Bone Hunters, ripping them to shreds. There was no mercy as the machines unleashed their pent up rage from the forces that were harassing them from up until this point. They never realized the true goals of their attacks were actually the Bone Hunters, those whom they didn’t attack for some reason or another. It was savage. Boiling, almost liquid plasma erupted into lines of Bone Hunters, melting them and their steeds. They screamed in absolute agony as they collapsed in death. Lightning blasted through yet others, while powerful winds tore more and more apart, casting bodies into each other to break them against each other. Energy and heat flew from the eyes of others yet, melting and breaking through bodies, killing them in various fashions. The chaotic onslaught took moments, yet felt like at least an hour as Cruor watched his men being butchered with no way to stop it. He was the leader of the Bone Hunters. It was his duty to stop this, to at least help his men, his people, to live, to find victory. He could do nothing. As the attacks fell, the machines ceased any further attacks against the Bone Hunters, the few that remained, anyway. Cruor, two officers who remained close to him, and about seven others were all that remained of the Bone Hunters at this point. “Attack!” Cruor screamed. The Rock Steeds that they all rode raced into battle, crushing some of the machines underfoot while swords and axes found their marks, plunging and ripping machines apart without discretion. As the Bone Hunters crushed the opposition that was faced by Ackar and his men, the other foot had no Bone Hunters. It was all amassed at one point, thus causing the Bone Hunters to all be together, so that their tribe could be wiped out. That wasn’t the plan. The plan was to use numbers and then swarm out. That failed, obviously. “Kill them all!” Cruor screamed, “I will not stand for this!” “What will we do now?” One officer asked, “We aren’t even a dozen anymore!” “We’ll win this battle.” Cruor hissed, “That comes first. After that, while the soldiers are busy here, we’ll go to the villages, and pillage. We’ll find their female Agori, and then…” The two officers chuckled at what was to come. It wasn’t often that they got to go pillage and take women, but it had happened, mostly in the Core War. Most of the time they were just out to murder, and that was only good on its own for so long. As the Bone Hunters continued, they began to notice the figures from the Black Spikes descending into battle. They paid little heed, sincethey were yet to reach the area of the battle. Suddenly, one warrior, clad in blue and white armor, a female, by her body design, was there. She had a sleek helmet on her face, with some parts coming out by the mouth. She carried a lance into battle, with a shield affixed as a handguard. Cruor looked to her, “Glatorian, who are you? I’ve never seen you before.” He pointed at her, “I see no speed armor on you. How did you do that?” “Are you a Matoran?” She demanded, “You’re like none I’ve ever seen.” “Matoran?” Cruor questioned. He lifted his wickedly curved dagger, “I don’t know what that is, but I’m going to kill you just the same.” Her eyes narrowed, “You’re dangerous, I see.” As Cruor raced forward on his steed, she was suddenly gone. He looked around and shouted, cursing in rage and anger that he couldn’t get at her. “Sir!” An officer cried. Cruor span around, only to watch the lance erupt through the back of his officer, slaughtering him. The other officer shouted and raced forward at his dead comrade, only for lightning to erupt from the tip of the lance and rip through his body, electrocuting him to death instead of punching a hole through him, which Cruor was sure she could have done, had she wished. Cruor slowed his steed as he watched. This woman was causing chaos. She was blasting lightning into the mechanical ranks, and then, for fun, it seemed, would turn around and blast her way through the remaining Bone Hunters, who actually decided to attack her instead of take vengeance by killing the machines. Their vengeance was mixed up. They should have been killing the ones responsible for many deaths, not the woman, responsible for few. “Stop this!” Cruor roared. The few Bone Hunters left didn’t hear him. They were suddenly cut down by bolts of lightning from this woman’s hand and lance. There was no hope for any of them. That left only Cruor. With the realization coming down on him that he couldn’t repopulate the entire species of Bone Hunters, he looked to the woman, deciding to kill her, and then retreat to begin finding women for mating. He could at least get some more, and then have them go off and repopulate some more. He raced forward, silently, hoping to catch her by surprise. His cold reaction, instead of a fiery, heated rage should hopefully get him to her. She glanced his way, and then flicked her lance up, pointing the tip at the leader of the Bone Hunters. Lightning punched a hole through Cruor’s chest, killing him, dropping him instantly to the sands. The Bone Hunters were no more.Tahu seeks out a powerful being in the west, believing that this being can help them to win the war. Next time, Legacy 11: A Golden Hope—Journey to the West!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 10, 2012 Author Share Posted January 10, 2012 Legacy 11: A Golden Hope—Journey to the West! Tahu looked around cautiously. He had received word from the others of his team, but he couldn’t reply. It was by pure chance that the message had reached him. He had lost his entire unit, he was alone. He was laying as low as possible. Yet the message found him. Was it Makuta, showing him that he always knew where the leader of the rebellion was hiding? Or, was it destiny? Destiny to bring unity to the Nuva once more? No matter what it was, Tahu couldn’t do anything with it. He had a much bigger problem to deal with. He had information to obtain. He had to sacrifice his men, unfortunately. They had all fought three dark versions of Takanuva, leading massive armies of Rahkshi, into battle. Tahu had led his men, and had been able to kill one of the evil Takanuva with a blast of his power of Fire, melting him to his armor, and then, burning him to death from the sensation. However, that was all the luck he had gotten. The Toa were not of Light, but of Shadows. Using those devastating powers, they cut down Tahu’s men pretty quickly. Only a few were able to do any real damage, but that had been enough. The lost numbers weren’t easy to make up for the Takanuva that remained, and soon, one fell thanks to the efforts of one of Tahu’s men in his last move. Tahu had lost every man that day. One Shadow Takanuva remained. It was a game, now. The leaders of the two units remained. Tahu believed that his foe could have gone off to find more men, but he wasn’t sure. For all he knew, he was being hunted like a wild animal. He might have to fight again, one-on-one this time. He would be fine with that. He wouldn’t have men to worry about the lives of. He wouldn’t have to worry about watching multiple foes at once. A clean, one-on-one fight would be fine. Tahu was still using the same armor he had been using during the mission in Karda Nui. His swamp themed armor still served him well. He especially loved his Nynrah Ghost Launcher, capable of manipulating the energy it fired into any shape or form. That, along with his spinning shield/shuriken allowed him to deflect and attack at the same time, using either weapon for either purpose. Tahu stopped his thrusters, ducking around. He was on a fairly small island to the west of the Matoran Universe. This was his goal. This was where his quest for knowledge was leading him. Was it safe, or even sane for him to go there? To be here? He was sure there was an argument for it being insane, but he wouldn’t listen. Information had to be gained, and he only knew of this location to gain what he needed to know. Ever since he had felt Teridax standing and apparently, fighting something large, since it felt like he took blows occasionally, Tahu knew there had to be a way to stop him, or at least, a better way to help stop him. Someone was risking their life on the outside to try to hold him back. It was all the rebels inside of his body could do to slow him down at the very least. Hopefully, with the outside and interior efforts, they would at last win this ongoing, never ending fight that was occurring all around them, enveloping everyone, making no one neutral in this conflict. You either lived for Makuta, or you lived against Makuta. Tahu had seen some Toa surrender their lives, forgoing the thought of Mata Nui. They gave themselves over, and had Shadow Leeches used on them, making them into Toa of Shadows. Tahu had already killed two such Toa on his trip, and he feared how many more could be waiting for him. Teridax had a great plan. Send a Toa against a Toa. And, Tahu knew first hand that Teridax could possess anyone’s body he so chose, as long as they were willing to some degree, or had a weak enough mentality. He was able to be those Toa as they hunted the rebels. He was able to kill his foes with his own, borrowed, two hands, rather than kill them out of nowhere. That was a fatal flaw in Makuta’s plan. His desire to kill as such was going to bring him down. He wasn’t going to be able to resist going after some of the larger pawns, such as Tahu himself, with anything less than a borrowed body. Tahu could use that. He believed that by killing the body fast enough, the shock, even if Teridax returned to claim the universal body, would still kill Teridax. The shock would be all that would be needed. After all, dying would be the same, even if it wasn’t your body. As long as he didn’t pull his mind out fast enough, they would have him, and they would win. But then, that would raise the question of the universe dying within three days. What would they do at that point? That was one thing Tahu was on a quest to find out about. He hoped that the knowledge could also tell him about what they would have to do in such a situation. He ducked behind a boulder as a Rahkshi passed by. He noticed that there were few to no Rahkshi around. And they were only around the edges of the island. That was curious, but he assumed it was smart. Makuta apparently even feared this place, and he had good reason to do so. As the Rahkshi passed Tahu, the Toa Nuva of Fire shot to his feet, swinging his spinning, tri bladed shield weapon forward, relieving the Rahkshi of its head in one swing of the weapon. He rushed past, running in farther towards the heart of the island. One Rahkshi saw him, and attempted to give chase. It was a Rahkshi of Limited Invulnerability, Tahu knew, so it couldn’t do anything other than swing its staff itself. It could only fight like that, so it would have to get close. It couldn’t. It was too fearful to follow him in. Tahu span around, lifting his blaster weapon. He fired it, sending a burst of energy rippling forward. He focused on it, changing it into a fist of energy. It crashed into the Rahkshi, crushing its chest in, destroying it. As it dropped, Tahu continued to run inwards, until he reached a dark cave. He looked back, but could only see Rahkshi watching him. They wouldn’t follow, but knew he had to leave eventually. If he died inside, that was fine by them. If he came out, he was to die by their hand. Tahu took a deep breath, held his spinner up, and set a flame above it, getting ready to use it as a torch. He took his first step inside, and then, another, and another. He was afraid. As the leader of the rebellion, the leader of the Toa Nuva, the one the entire universe almost hinged upon, this was the first time he was truly frightened ever since the rebellion began. He looked around the dank, dark walls as he walked. He stopped, seeing something slithering in the darkness up ahead. He didn’t dare cast his light upon it, lest he look directly at it. That would be very bad. “Who are you?” The voice, like a slither and a crack of dried bone, questioned him. He could hear something slithering around, more tentacles, he supposed. As it got close, he could see the slimy red of it, and all the little hooked blades coming off of it, all of it looking like once it was in something, it would be torn apart. If that caught someone’s leg, their leg would be gone, for instance. Though the hooks were small, Tahu had no doubt they were very sharp and very strong. “I said…who are you?” It hissed, adding a slightly higher inflection to its question this time, making it sound more alien. “I am Toa Tahu Nuva!” He exclaimed into the darkness. Silence. “Toa Nuva.” It said back, lowering its voice. “Father of the rebellion, some call me.” Tahu said, trying to clear things up a bit. “Why have you come here?” The figure demanded. “I need knowledge. I know you have it. And…we need your help, oh great Tren Krom.” “What help could you possibly obtain from me? I’m stuck to this infernal rock!” Tren Krom shouted, “I can be of no help.” “The universe had you ruling it before Mata Nui came to being.” Tahu said, “I have something I must ask. If we were to shake Makuta’s control, or kill him…would you be able to maintain the universe?” “I was in Karda Nui at the time I did it.” Tren Krom said, “I don’t know if I can do it here, in the shoulder of the machine.” “You know we’re in a robot?” Tahu questioned. “I can feel just the same as you, and I have more knowledge.” Tren Krom said. Tahu nodded, “Right, right…but do you think you can control here? Can you even test your power to check?” “My power is mostly in check, because a Great Spirit is alive.” Tren Krom said, “I was designed by the Great Beings to have full power only if there was no Great Spirit.” “So you’re limited right now.” Tahu said. “Exactly.” Tren Krom hissed in reply. “Well, we’ll hope you can take control if we kill Makuta’s mind in another body.” Tahu said, “Are you willing to support the universe if we do so?” “Of course.” Tren Krom said, “I could rule again!” Tahu didn’t correct him. He had a belief that Mata Nui would return, but didn’t voice that belief. And as long as Tren Krom didn’t invade his mind, he would be fine thinking such thoughts. He hoped discussion would keep Tren Krom from prying with his powers. At least there had to be physical contact, Tahu had heard, for him to do as such. “What other knowledge do you desire?” Tren Krom questioned. “How to defeat Makuta.” Tahu said. “Of course.” Tren Krom said. “You’ll tell me?” Tahu asked, dumbfounded that it was this easy. “Of course you would come to me with that question.” Tren Krom corrected, “I don’t know how to stop him.” “Oh…” Tahu said, but he didn’t give up, “Is there any way to weaken him? Slow him down? Anything?” “You were once a Toa Mata, correct?” Tren Krom asked. “I was. I was the leader. I am the Nuva leader, now.” Tahu said. “Excellent.” Tren Krom hissed. “What is it?” Tahu asked. “There is something you could do.” Tren Krom said, “But it is very risky.” “I’ll do anything!” Tahu exclaimed, “If it can defeat Makuta, anything!” “You must leave this world.” Tren Krom said, “I know what planet we’re on. I can feel it.” “What is this place?” Tahu asked. “I don’t know the name anymore. It was once a part of the planet we were on, the ocean planet. It was once called Spherus Magna.” Tren Krom told Tahu, “Individual name? I do not know.” “It’s not important.” Tahu said, “Now, what must I do?” “Venture out into the planet itself. Mata Nui is there with the Ignika, I can feel.” Tren Krom told him, “They will help you at first, with what must be done, then, you must continue on your own. The thing you must do is this. You must find the six pieces of the Golden Armor, and you must wield them as your own power if you wish to do damage to the Makuta.” “Golden Armor?” “I can make the presence known.” Tren Krom said, “I can make you detect the power.” He looked out, allowing Tahu to see his slitted, milky white eyes, “I can make them appear as well, at least, make sure they all appear in the area. I can link with the Ignika to do so.” He hissed. “You would bring them close?” Tahu asked with excitement. “Of course. I want Makuta gone.” Tren Krom said. “That reminds me…how aren’t you dead yet?” Tahu questioned, “I thought he’d have killed you first.” “This entire island is a hole in the world to him.” Tren Krom said, not bothering to explain what that meant, “A psychic was here once, two years ago, when this began. They knew I was one of their best hopes, so I was protected. Also, if Makuta tries to use minions against me instead of himself, he can’t. He knows nothing can reach me without dying.” Tahu nodded in understanding, “Tren Krom…if you want me to damage Makuta to help with his defeat, I need to get out of here.” “The exit is right behind you.” Tren Krom said, matter-of-factly, ignoring the obvious plea in Tahu’s voice for help. “I know that!” Tahu’s voice boomed, “There are too many men outside! Can you help me?” “I can.” Tren Krom hissed, “I don’t know if you’ll like it, but I can.” “How?” Tahu asked. “First, let me give some advice.” Tren Krom said, “You’ll want to head south. Get on your boat, or however you got here, and head all the way south to a door to this planet. You must go south if you want to get out for sure, without falling to your death.” “Understood. I can find it.” Tahu said. “Men are leaving, you can follow them.” Tren Krom confirmed, “Now, I will get you out of here.” “How will you do that?” Tahu asked. “Hold still.” Tren Krom hissed. He looked in fright as a tentacle approached him. He knew how dangerous Tren Krom was, and feared for his life, and his sanity. Even if Tren Krom wanted him alive, he could still go insane from even a touch of the creature’s power. “Teridax isn’t the only one who can link minds to control bodies.” Tren Krom hissed, wrapping the tentacle around Tahu’s leg, pouring his mind into the Toa of Fire’s body. The tentacle released the leg. Tahu, controlled by Tren Krom, walked outside. As Rahkshi saw him, they attacked with whatever powers they had. A shield erupted around the Toa’s body, allowing him to press forward without stopping. He cut down everyone with a single swing of his weapon, no hesitation, no stopping. He had it all planned from the start on who died when. When the Rahkshi around him were lying as scraps, Tahu could control his body again. His mind was once more his. “There, problem solved.” Tren Krom hissed. Despite being in the cave, and not raising his voice, Tahu could hear it as if Tren Krom were still in front of him. “Thank you.” Tahu said softly, walking towards the edge of the island. He had to get to his boat, and he had to move out, fast. He looked back, nodding once more to the cave. He leapt into his boat and started to activate the Kanoka powering and moving the boat. Once it stated to move, he began to look around, keeping a cautious eye everywhere. If Teridax knew he was in a ‘hole in the world’, and guessed it was Tren Krom from where he popped back up at, then it would be very dangerous for him from this point on. Teridax would want him dead. The world shook. Tahu guessed Teridax had other problems, like whoever he was fighting against. Tahu hoped that it was Mata Nui, somehow, and that Teridax would soon fall. No matter what, no matter who defeated Teridax, he had to fall. Now, Tahu had to find this Golden Armor. It could be the only key to defeating him, and saving everyone. He had to hurry.The Skakdi warlord Nektann arrives in Bara Magna, finally entering the fray against beings very similar to his people: the Skrall! Next time, Legacy 12 The Barbarians Strike—Skakdi Attack!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 10, 2012 Author Share Posted January 10, 2012 Legacy 12: The Barbarians Strike—Skakdi Attack! Nektann stalked towards the Toa stronghold once more. Now that Helsrok and Taboo were gone, he decided that it was time to check once more and learn about it all. He had only seen a small amount of what was there. Now was the time to learn it all. He peered into a spot in the ground. It was a well, it appeared. As he continued to look down, he saw what it actually was. It was a way out. He looked to the sky and threw his arms up, “Master Makuta! I don’t know where we are, what’s happening, but I am coming!” No answer. Makuta was busy, after all. “I will help you destroy anyone in your way! I’m sure those Toa escaped, so allow me to assist you in the deaths of anyone opposing you on the ground!” Nektann span around, looking back to his group of nearly fifty Skakdi. He motioned for them to come to him. He was sure other Skakdi under other leaders were finding other squads of Makuta’s minions and would find their own ways to fight, if they were loyal enough to live and die for the cause of Makuta. “We’re going out this way?” A Skakdi in white and blue armor questioned. Nektann nodded, “We are going to drop down into those mountains below.” Nektann hissed. “That’s at an angle.” The other Skakdi said, “We don’t know what’s below us.” “Very true.” Nektann admitted, “But we can figure it out.” Two Skakdi in green armor moved forward. They nodded to Nektann, and started to climb down the well, down into a dangling position out of the back of the robot body now controlled by Teridax. As more Skakdi began to climb down, the Air Skakdi released their grips. They unleashed their tandem powers, controlling the air around them, forming a hand out of air to hold everyone as they dropped. They overlooked a massive desert out below and around them. They saw the form that Makuta was using, and saw him fighting against another massive robot, but one of smaller stature, comparatively. As every Skakdi was out, Nektann growled an order to the two Skakdi holding them aloft. They used their powers to begin moving the hand down, heading towards the mountains below. As soon as they hit the ground, they ran. They saw a village up ahead, and rushed in at it, unsure of what it was. They were falling into their primal rage, acting like the barbarians they were. They were going to loot this village, and then see what would happen after that. As soon as they reached it, they saw a handful of what they assumed were Matoran, all of them in black armor. Some of them took up arms, some of them fled. As the Skakdi raced in, ready to murder them, something else came out of the buildings nearby, armed to the teeth with weaponry. They were black and red armored warriors. Some of them were smaller in stature, more like that of a Toa, carrying a sword, a saw blade shield, and two swords, one on each shoulder, as armor. Others were rounder, in thicker armor, carrying more muscle on their body. These were the ones armed to the teeth. They carried a club in one hand, and in the other, sometimes a dagger or a small curved axe. On their belts they carried daggers, short swords, axes, and anything else that would be a useful weapon. They all let out a primal sort of shout and rushed into battle. “Kill them all!” Nektann ordered, lifting his scythe as one of the normal statured warriors approached him. Nektann slashed his scythe out. The warrior dodged back and span around, backhanding Nektann in the side of the face with his shield. The blue armored Skakdi stumbled back and let out a roar. He rushed forward and span around, driving a mule kick back in at his foe. The black armored warrior slashed down, cutting Nektann across the leg. Nektann screamed in pain and withdrew his leg. He turned around and leapt forward, trying to rely on his good leg. He slashed down with his scythe, but the warrior dodged back. “I don’t know who or what you are, but you’re good.” Nektann hissed. “You speak our language?” The warrior questioned, lifting his sword, “I didn’t think you…aliens would understand.” He pointed his sword forward, “You made a bad decision to attack Roxtus! Even with only a few of us here, we’ll butcher the lot of you!” “I don’t know what you are, or who you are, but we will do what we please here!” Nektann roared, “We will lay waste to this place! And then, we’ll go and help our Master’s forces to destroy any opposition out there.” Nektann swept his arm out, towards the combat. He could make out the images of Rahkshi from the distance, and was able to see the fighting unfolding. “We won’t allow you to enter such a battle.” The warrior hissed, “We will cut you down here and now! For our Leader!” “You have orders?” Nektann mused, “You seem more like you’re fighting on your own, with how savage you lot look.” “Same to you.” He replied. Nektann grinned, “We only have a Master through conscription in fear of death.” Nektann hissed, “That is different.” He lunged forward, swiping his scythe out. His foe dodged back and span around, lunging forward as soon as his spin was complete. He snapped his arm forward, just catching Nektann’s armor with the tip of his sword. Nektann immediately returned the attack, swinging his scythe down. The black warrior dodged back, but took a slash across his chest. A red substance oozed out of the wound on the warrior’s chest. He let out a cry of rage and leapt forward, slamming his shield into Nektann’s face, dazing him. Nektann looked back, but only saw the fight as even. His men should have been dominating these savages, but they weren’t. They were being beaten back. Only some were relying on their powers, but were even being cut down after that. Nektann shouted and looked at his foe, who clearly was a normal soldier, based on how the battle was progressing, and based on the ability of the larger warriors. He was angered at having to fight a soldier. Fight and be bested by a lowly, ordinary soldier. Nektann’s eyes burned with power. The warrior didn’t look impressed, or even fazed by such an action occurring. He only grunted and leapt forward, sweeping low, at Nektann’s knees. Nektann hadn’t encountered such a strategy before. Every time he ever saw a fight with a Skakdi, the Skakdi didn’t go for such surgical attacks, but rather, they would go in for brutal, merciless attacks. This was a precise attack, despite how merciless it still was. The warrior slashed him across his knees. Nektann wanted to cry out in pain, but didn’t give the satisfaction as his eyes erupted with power. The energy, as it flew in at the black armored warrior, changed from energy into a solidified attack, appearing like iron balls flying through the air. The warrior had no idea what was happening. The balls smashed into him, leaving deep indentations in his armor wherever they hit him. Nektann could hear snaps inside of his body, as if he were being broken by such power. More of the red substance oozed out of this warrior’s body from most of the impacts. He cried out at some of the blows, such as to where Nektann guessed lungs or a heart was, considering he had the same organs in the same spots, or so Nektann assumed. The lungs and heart just seemed natural at those positions, since they were mostly the same. As soon as it struck where Nektann assumed the heart was, the warrior dropped dead. The impact would have pounded his heart and killed him. Nektann looked around. His legs were wounded, but he could walk. At least he survived. He looked down at the warrior he had just killed, “You are nothing.” He hissed, “You really thought that a lowly soldier like you could take on one of the leaders of the Skakdi? One of Master Makuta’s favored field commanders? You thou—“ Something heavy slammed into Nektann from behind, throwing him around in the air, smashing him into the ground on impact. He rolled over the deceased’s body and came to a slow stop. He sat up, looking at a thicker, rounded black warrior. One of the heavier fighters he had seen earlier, carrying the clubs and all sorts of other weapons. “What are you?” The Skakdi hissed. “We are the Skrall!” The warrior shouted, lifting his club. He leapt forward, slamming it into the ground where Nektann’s head was. Nektann pushed himself aside before impact. The ground cracked at the point where the club struck it. It would have been a sure kill if Nektann hadn’t moved at that moment. “You people really are strong.” Nektann hissed, lifting his scythe. He saw the bodies behind the warrior. He was sure they were killed by this one man. “You aren’t.” He mocked. Nektann screamed out, “We are the Skakdi! We are the strongest of our universe!” “Good for you.” He said, offhandedly, “We are the strongest here. Fastest, strongest, most powerful.” “We actually have powers.” Nektann hissed, his eyes burning with power, “I never saw any of you use any powers.” “Powers? Have none.” The warrior said, “We fight with our muscle alone.” He said, lifting his small axe, “Well, that and our wits, thanks to Mata Nui.” Mata Nui. Those two words cut through Nektann. “What did you just say?” He hissed. “Our Leader. Mata Nui.” The Skrall hissed, motioning to the smaller robot with his head, “He’s going to win us this war. He’s counting on us to use what he’s shown us to destroy any opposition!” Nektann burst into laughter, “So, he lives!” Nektann shouted, “Too bad! He’s going to die here! My Master, Makuta, will slay him. Mata Nui will not survive this.” He lifted his scythe, “And neither will you.” “I am one of the elite. I am Special Corp.!” The Skrall shouted, “I don’t care what you are, what sorts of powers you control, but as Special Corp., I won’t allow you to survive this fight!” “We’ll see.” Nektann hissed, running into battle, ignoring the pain shooting through his legs. He leapt forward, unleashing the assault of iron balls from his eyes. The iron smashed into the Skrall’s armor, but didn’t even faze him. “What? Why aren’t you dead?” Nektann screamed. “I expected something.” The Skrall replied, “And my armor protected me. I also was able to back it with my own force.” He said, “My turn!” He dropped his weapons, and in a flash had a dagger from his belt in each hand. He threw both arms up, letting them fly. Nektann dodged his head to one side, avoiding the dagger. He saw that this warrior only threw one of the two, in an attempt to confuse him. “I’m a faster thinker than you think.” Nektann hissed, “I know that trick.” “Do you?” The Skrall questioned, drawing a second dagger to go with the one in his left hand, “Well, I’ll need something else, then.” “Like what?” Nektann questioned. He threw both this time, and then raced forward, hand on his short sword. He drew it and span around, plunging it under the crook in his arm, attempting to confuse Nektann with his movements as he went in for the kill. Nektann dodged the knives with ease, but didn’t understand his movements with his blade. He was able to dodge, but the blade still cut into his arm. Nektann only tightened his grip on his scythe as a result of the wound and the pain. Nektann slid back and motioned for one of his surviving men to rush to his rescue. The black armored Skakdi slid to a stop beside him and nodded to Nektann, closing his eyes. The ground began to shake as the Skrall span around, lifting his crescent axe off of his belt with his left hand. Before he could make another move, the ground erupted upwards into some sort of mud monster, slamming its hand down into him. He passed right through the hand, but not without problem. It had dazed him from the sheer force, which he assumed Nektann guessed would be fatal. Other than that, the mud clung to his body, slowing him down, and keeping him stuck still. “You won’t win this!” The Skrall shouted, flexing his muscles, attempting to rip himself free. “I wouldn’t do that.” Nektann said, putting the crook of his scythe at the Skrall’s neck, “Now, tell me everything about you people and what defenses you have, and you live.” “I wouldn’t take life over betraying my people.” The Skrall hissed. “Noble.” Nektann said. He removed his scythe and put it to his foe’s shoulder, “What if I remove an arm first? Then will you talk?” “Never.” He hissed. “We’ll see.” Nektann said, lifting it high overhead. He slammed it down with all the force he could, making contact with the armor. His blade stopped. His arm shook. “What?” He hissed. His scythe couldn’t cut the armor through. The Skrall saw his chance. He threw his head back, and snapped it forward, smashing it into Nektann’s head. The brute’s grin was gone upon impact as he hit the ground, hard, his head smashed so hard that a crack appeared in his blue armor. The black armored Skakdi leapt forward, drawing an axe back. He slammed it down with a cry, imbedding it in his foe’s helmet. “Not strong enough.” The Skrall hissed, “Not enough for when I throw myself up to meet the attack. I have little room, but I can exert enough force to negate a lot of yours!” He mocked. “Try that trick again. I dare you.” The black armored Skakdi hissed. “I don’t have to.” The Skrall hissed, smashing his way through the mud with his arms. He reached out, grabbing the Skakdi with his left hand alone, lifting him off the ground by the throat. The Skakdi struggled, kicking around. He gasped for breath, but couldn’t get any. As the Skrall continued to apply more pressure, he dropped the dead weight upon the sound of a snap. “There.” The Skrall growled. He looked to the downed Nektann, and drew another dagger from his belt, “I’m glad we armed ourselves so well before all this happened.” He muttered, flipping it point down as he crouched by Nektann, going in for the throat. Before he could do anything, Nektann looked at him. His eyes blazed with power. The Skrall cursed, but drove the dagger in just the same. Before it could make contact, iron balls smashed into the Skrall’s face, dropping him onto his back, his actual face caved in beneath the shattered remains of the faceplate of his helmet. Nektann rose and surveyed the damage. His body was badly battered, the battle was still unfolding by his Master, and all of his men appeared to be dead, with only a few of the enemy Skrall dead. Nektann cursed and sat down, catching his breath. He only wondered what he could do at this point. How could he heal himself? How could he continue on to do his Master’s will? A small warrior snuck up behind Nektann, dagger in hand. He heard the warrior, or Matoran, or whatever, but made no action to stop it. As the blade was raised, Nektann slammed himself to his feet and span around, reliving the warrior of his arm. The small man cried out and collapsed, holding the stump. “I want you to tell me everything.” Nektann hissed, holding the scythe to his other arm, “Or else.”When darkness seeks out a greater darkness, nothing good can come of it. Next time, Legacy 13: Return of an Old Fiend—The Darkest Dawn!Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 11, 2012 Author Share Posted January 11, 2012 Legacy 13: Return of an Old Fiend—The Darkest Dawn! “You have come here, despite my power?” The Shadow Takanuva stood, staring into the darkness. He held his Staff of Light tightly in hand, not caring for the title of the weapon. All he knew was that it served him well, and would continue to serve him as his weapon, elemental affiliation disregarded. “I have come for your power.” Shadow Takanuva corrected. “That is very curious. You came to kill me, or something?” “I came to make an offer.” He corrected once more. “An offer? What sort of offer could you possibly make with me? I am Tren Krom! I need no deals!” “You’ll want this one.” Shadow Takanuva said. “Why would I?” “It can give you one thing that you seek.” “And what is it I seek?” “Freedom.” “Freedom?” Tren Krom laughed, “I don’t care about freedom! As long as I have visitors like you, that’s all that matters.” A crimson tentacle slithered towards his dark feet. The Toa ignored it. “Look, I want a deal!” “You don’t get your way.” Tren Krom said, “Not everyone gets their way.” “The Toa of Fire did.” Shadow Takanuva hissed. The tentacle came up and waved as if an arm in disregard, “That was different.” “How so?” “I don’t like Makuta.” Tren Krom said, “You work for him. You are only here because of a Makuta. By extension, I make no deals with you, even if you are only linked to this Makuta by being on his side in this war.” “War? This is policing.” “You really believe that? No. Policing is using authority to take care of small revolts and keep them in line. Authority that has the just reason for being in power. You have no such reason for being in power. Makuta doesn’t either. You are trying to put down a rebellion, a mob, if you will, that is in the right for wanting to rebel. You are the evil ones here, Shadow Toa.” “I’ll make you pay for saying that!” The Toa screamed, lifting his weapon. Darkness erupted into the darkness. Tren Krom only laughed. “How symbolic.” He said, his tentacle wrapping around his foe’s leg. The small hooks dug into his armor, into his organics, making him scream in agony. It was small, but it was excruciatingly painful. The Toa was lifted upside-down, his leg in the air above him. He cried out and tried to focus his power, but couldn’t. “It is very symbolic that you would use your powers of Shadows to attack me, even though I sit in the darkness, away from the light of the universe around me.” Tren Krom said. “Let me go!” The Toa demanded. “I don’t listen to you.” Tren Krom said, loosening his grip, “What if I dropped you? What if I dropped you on your head?” “I don’t know, what?” “You might die.” Tren Krom said. “I don’t believe that.” “Let’s test it out.” Tren Krom said, releasing him. He cried out when only the hooks held him in place. The tentacle relieved no weight at this point. “Oh, right.” Tren Krom said, “I can’t drop you.” He whipped his Toa captive around, landing him on his back on the ground and pulling the hooks out by angling his tentacle arm away. The Toa’s Kanohi lit up as he focused the powers of the Avohkii. He rose, obviously very mad at Tren Krom for toying with him, for not taking him seriously. He shouted, unleashing a blast of brilliant, burning light into the cave. As soon as the power of Light entered, it dispelled the shadows of the cave, allowing for Takanuva to see Tren Krom for what he was. He appeared like a giant, gelatinous skull with two deep set eyes, sitting vertically and slit. His maw was darkness itself as he laughed and grinned with malice. His tentacles withered everywhere, dripping slime onto his body and onto the floor around him as well. He was the sight of pure terror, and pure insanity. Takanuva almost screamed. “Now, let me tell you something.” Tren Krom told the unstable Toa as the darkness set back in around him, “Those who see me very rarely live. Mostly because their minds snap.” A tentacle found a stick and held it aloft, “Minds are so fragile, after all.” He said, snapping the stick as a show of symbolism, “A mind is like this stick, for instance. It snaps so easily, and can’t be fixed very easily either.” Takanuva shouted and lifted his weapon, unleashing a blast of Shadows from it. Right after that, he focused his Avohkii and unleashed a blast of Light into the cave. He continued the process of switching attacks constantly, hoping to wound Tren Krom and make him take a deal. Tren Krom’s laughter resonated inside of the cave, and around to Takanuva himself. The Shadow Toa took a step back in fear. “Tell me, what do you desire?” Tren Krom questioned, wrapping a tentacle around his foe’s throat, lifting him up. “I want power!” He cried out as he was being choked. “Power? You’ll get none.” Tren Krom said. “I want to serve Master more efficiently!” He cried out. Tren Krom laughed, “You definitely won’t be getting any now!” “I can make a deal! You can live without my Master killing you if you give me power!” Takanuva begged. “I already live without Makuta having power over me.” Tren Krom said, “This entire island is out of his reach. He can only send pawns like you against me. And of course, it doesn’t work too well, not at all.” “I have reinforcements outside.” Shadow Takanuva said, “I’ll call on them!” “Do so.” Tren Krom hissed, “I want multiple minds to probe. I want to know what’s happening currently.” His tentacle probed into Takanuva, but not physically. Rather, an ethereal tentacle seemed to plunge into Takanuva’s mind, his head, and he began to read his prisoners mind. Takanuva screamed in agony at having his mind probed. That, combined with having actually seen Tren Krom would push him over the edge. At this point, he was only a limp doll with life. Tren Krom set the body on the ground, and then began to think. He could feel others approaching. Based on multiple factors, he was certain it was another Shadow Toa, the same Shadow Toa. Another Shadow Takanuva. “I can use you.” He hissed, touching a tentacle to his mentally snapped prisoners forehead. Power flared around the touch. In moments he rose again, this time, his eyes burning crimson with slits of white, in contrast to Tren Krom’s eyes. He stepped outside, looking at the approaching Shadow Takanuva. This Shadow Takanuva had glowing red eyes. Tren Krom smiled, “Makuta, I presume.” “Only a fraction.” The response came, “I can still split my mind, even under attack. I need a small piece of my conscious here to check on you.” “I know the feeling.” Tren Krom admitted, “You have your main conscious in your new main body, while you have a small bit in this body.” He said, gesturing at the Shadow Takanuva, “This fraction of your mind is independent, however, and will only make contact with your main mind if the need is great enough. That’s right, isn’t it?” He nodded, “Yes, it is correct. Just like what you’re doing now, except most of your mind is in that body currently” He said, pointing at the Shadow Takanuva body. Tren Krom smiled, “Smart.” He simply said. “I had to be smart to make this plan work.” Makuta replied. Tren Krom lifted his Staff of Light, “I’ll make short work of you.” He said. “I’d like to see you try.” Makuta hissed. Makuta collapsed, clutching his head, screaming in agony. He fell to the ground, rolling around on his back. Tren Krom smiled at the prospect of making the tyrant scream. “I have my powers. All of them.” Tren Krom said, his eyes burning with power, “But you don’t. As the smaller mind, you have few powers to take with you. Your main body holds most of them. I am the opposite. This borrowed body holds most of my power, while my actual body holds few. Enough to stave off any attack and save me if I should die in this body, however.” He looked up and smiled, “And since I was in a ‘hole in the world’ for so long, my mind is also immune to you. You can’t kill me!” Tren Krom screamed, “You can’t use your universal control to kill me!” He looked at the body that Makuta was currently manipulating. He lowered his Staff of Light on the throat. “This is where you lose this body.” Makuta looked up, eyes burning with hate. He shot his left hand out and gripped the Staff of Light, plunging it into the ground to save himself. “I’m out of options.” Tren Krom mocked. A third eye opened on the forehead of the Avohkii. Despite that not being part of Takanuva’s physiology, Tren Krom forced it into existence with his sheer force of will. The third eye erupted with power, smashing into Makuta. The power evaporated his body, murdering the Shadow Takanuva, as well as the small piece of Makuta Teridax’s mind. Tren Krom smiled. He pulled his Staff of Light up and hooked it on his back as he walked towards the edge of the island. He had a new body. He could go anywhere, do anything. He was going to have some fun. A contingent of Exo-Toa and Rahkshi patrolled the perimeter of Artahka. Artahka was taken by force, a wave of creatures had swarmed over it. The first day of Makuta’s control had been to take care of Artahka. He had focused most of the attack there, forcing Artahka himself to go into hiding. He had sent Rahkshi, Visorak, Rahi and Exo-Toa straight there. They had swarmed over the island like a plague and had destroyed everything in their way. They had easily taken the island with its leader gone, and were staying put, should he return. A Shadow Takanuva entering their ranks wasn’t uncommon. Sometimes they would join and depart anywhere. It wasn’t in their orders to attack one. He lifted his hand, forced the powers of Light through him from his Avohkii, and incinerated rows of men, butchering up to one thousand in one powerful eruption of power. Now he had their attention. Now they were to attack him. He slashed his Staff of Light into a Rahkshi’s head, dropping it. He pulled it out and span around, cleaving the legs off of a Visorak. As a Kane-Ra charged him, he looked right into its eyes. His third eye opened and incinerated the beast. He span around, dodging the blow of a boxing Tarakava. He span around, throwing his fist forward. A bolt of Shadow smashed into the Rahi, ripping it in half. Tren Krom laughed and threw his arms to his sides. He was feeling alive for the first time in a long time. An Exo-Toa approached cautiously. Its eyes were always red, but now, they had a different shade to them. A different feel in general was within them. “Tren Krom.” Makuta hissed, “I give you one chance. Surredner and join me, or die!” “You can’t kill me and you know it.” Tren Krom through Takanuva said. He shrugged, “I gave your man what he wanted. Power. You have no say in killing me. Rather, you should probably punish this man who came to me.” “I sent him.” Makuta hissed, “I was hoping we could have a deal.” “Why didn’t you yourself come?” “You could have found a way into this body.” Makuta said, gesturing around to nature all around him, “I know you could have.” “I could have.” He admitted. “I knew you wouldn’t listen to me anyway.” Makuta said. “Also very true.” Tren Krom said. “Now, your chance. Join me!” Makuta said, “Together we can rule this universe!” “I only want to rule alone.” Tren Krom hissed. “I can find you a place to rule.” Makuta said, trying to get him to join. Tren Krom shook his head, “No deal.” The Exo-Toa exploded as he fired his third eye disintegration beam into the machine. Tren Krom looked around the damage, and threw an arm out behind him as he left. As Rahkshi and others approached him as he fled, they reached the spot where he had left a small object. It was almost invisible, unless you were looking for something. They never saw it. As they stepped in that spot, a massive radius exploded with energy. No actual damage was done, but the physical manifestation of Tren Krom’s power evaporated the enemy forces as soon as they reached that spot. Tren Krom grinned to himself as he walked to the end of the island. He sat in the boat he had found for himself, and started out. He had helped the rebels. Now it was time to do something else entirely. Something for his plans in the long run. Odina was quiet. The Dark Hunters and others who were using the catacombs and tunnels were managing to use guerilla tactics to destroy any invasions that came. It took time, but it was done every time, with few casualties each time. No men had come in ever since this began. They had plenty yet. If at least five more died, then more would be sent for. Until then, the twenty or so that they had were enough. “Did you hear something?” The fire manipulator Dark Hunter asked. The Order member with the kinetic manipulation shrugged. His beastly appearance made him look much more feral than he was, “No, nothing.” They both span around, feeling the aura imposing down upon them. Before either could act with fire or with a kinetic explosion, darkness was upon both of them, smothering them to death. Tren Krom stood in the shadows, his arms out. He was manipulating the shadows into physical elements, wrapping them around the heads of these two and killing them in that manner. As he walked around the tunnels, he was surprised by how few men were able to stave off entire invasions. He needed to put a stop to that. He needed to murder all of these men. He had just attacked Makuta’s forces. Now it was time to get at the rebel forces. His plan hinged on attacking both sides as much as he could. He wanted Makuta to fall, but he had his own plans. The rebels didn’t fall too cleanly into that category. He hated killing rebels, but he had to. He continued into the darkness, looking for more prey.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 12, 2012 Author Share Posted January 12, 2012 Legacy 14: The Baterra Arrive—The Assassins Enter the Fray! Fracta span around, dodging the swing of a Skakdi’s axe. She didn’t know what the creature was, but knew that it was something evil, something that they would justify as evil, anyway. All she knew was it was swinging its axe at her, trying to kill her. That meant she had to kill it first. She drew her weapon into hand and span around, just dodging the blade as it whistled down. She rammed the rod into her foe’s gut, hearing him scream as his mind was assaulted through his body. She drew back and kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him onto his back in the sand. Before he could rise, his mind exploded in pain from Fracta’s mental assault. She crouched down, looking into his eyes. She rammed the flat of her rod weapon into his throat, throwing all the strength and pressure she could into it, while still assaulting his mind. She could have killed him faster, but this thing had managed to literally rip three Sisters in half before she had gotten to him. He deserved this sort of death. And she wanted to see just how resilient these things were. She looked around, trying to find another target. She saw something stealthy, something very odd in the way the sand appeared. She saw one of her Sisters, using her mental powers to bring down one of the brutes. She saw some stealthy slides in the sand, but then, it moved away from the Sister, moving around elsewhere. What was that? The way the sand parted looked almost like that of a giant snake, or something of the sort. It had avoided the Sister for some reason. Why? She saw a Skrall cutting one of the barbarians down. Then, she heard his cry as a blade erupted through his chest, killing him. “Baterra.” She breathed. She saw the stealthy movement going for Kijori, the gaudy looking Glatorian. He slashed his longsword, cutting the tendons of one of the barbarians legs, bringing him screaming to the ground. He span around, ready to plunge his sword back into the skull of his foe, but stopped when he heard the scream come early. Kijori turned around, watching a blade erupt through the man’s chest already. Kijori drew his sword up, waiting for his invisible foe to show himself. “Baterra.” He breathed, having fought them before, during the war against the Holy Spherus Magna Empire. They had sent reprogrammed Baterra into Bara Magna, but Kijori had been successful in defending himself and trashing the machines. These were normal Baterra, though. The machines programmed to murder any armed combatants, to obey only their overarching programming from long ago, from the Core War itself. These Baterra wouldn’t go down as easily. Fracta focused on the spot she knew it would be, and unleashed her powers. The air sizzled with power as she manifested her mental powers into a physical form. The spot where the Baterra was exploded with power and an impact, blowing the machine apart. Kijori looked to her, giving a quick nod. He ducked without even having to look. He span around, bifurcating another barbarian with his longsword, dropping his foe’s sword to the ground, still in his hand, despite being cut in half. “This isn’t good.” Fracta muttered, running. She was in armor, as were the other Sisters. At least they carried no weapons, making them safe from the Baterra. She looked at her twin mental rod weapons. She wondered if they would constitute as weapons to the Baterra. She could abandon them, but she would feel naked without these weapons that had served her ever since joining Bara Magna and leaving the Sisters of the Skrall behind, not of her own free will, of course. She caught up to another Sister. She helped, combining her mental powers with the Sister, blasting a Skakdi barbarian to the ground, melting his brain with their combined powers. “Linking really does wonders.” The Sister mused. Fracta quickly nodded, but spoke about what she needed to, “Can you or the other Sisters us my shattering technique?” She questioned desperately. “Not really…” “Do you think you’re a fast learner?” “Of course!” “Good.” Fracta said, pointing, “Baterra are here. You Sisters are safe.” She pointed to her rods, “I might not be. I don’t have much time, so listen carefully. I want you to focus on your foe, and destroy any Baterra you see as well. You’ll need to shatter them, being machines.” “How?” “Focus on your target, on the subject, and then, let your mind flow as usual. Instead, focus on the area around the target, like a circle around them. The air will sizzle with power as the nanomachines in our blood exert the pressure we need them to in order for our powers to work. Then, focus on the center of the circle, at the target, and the machines will manifest our powers into a slam of energy, if not the shattering technique.” The Sister nodded, “I understand.” “Good.” Fracta said, preventing her from saying any more, “I need you to tell any more Sisters that you find. I’ll also alert them. We all need to be on the watch for the Baterra.” She looked nervously at the combatants, “We can’t let them get to the soldiers.” “I know.” The Sister said, rushing off. Fracta raced off in the other direction. She saw a sand dune explode as it reformed into a Baterra, the insect-like machine assassin. Apparently her rods were considered weapons. Fracta span to face the machine. She blasted it with her mental powers, shattering its body into fragments. She turned quickly on her heel and raced towards a small group of Sisters who were linking their minds together, assaulting the minds of Skakdi. As she spread the word, so did any other Sister who was told. Soon the word was spreading as the Sisters spread out. Hopefully the entire faction would soon know and soon be able to watch out for the Baterra. If the main army fell to these invisible assassins, then all was lost on the ground. Ackar looked around. There was another wave rushing in, but other than that, they had wiped out the current attackers, which consisted of the serpentine machines. “Attack!” Ackar ordered, racing into battle, cutting the first one down. He span around, dodging a blast of chain lightning from another, and then ran it through the head. He felt his armor being smashed. He felt blood running down his arm. He glanced to his side, seeing a blade materialized out of thin air. He dodged back, knowing that his quick movement of impaling the creature’s head was all that saved him from taking that attack to the back of the chest. “Baterra!” He screamed. The Skrall and Glatorian in his presence all knew what that meant. They hadn’t gone over plans, but had a general idea of what to do. If they dropped their weapons, that would mean they wouldn’t be attacked. But then again, they figured that the Baterra knew who the combatants were, having already seen them with the weaponry, thus rending the plan useless. What they could do, however, was storm the enemy line and get behind it, allowing the Baterra to dig into the enemy ranks. That was what they did. They began to run into the serpentine invaders. Confused, they couldn’t attack fast enough. Some who tried were cut down, but mostly, the ones that didn’t attack were left alone. They turned around to take a look, and get ready for another attack, as their giant master’s feet were being rushed. Suddenly, they started to fall in droves. The Baterra were cutting into their ranks with ease. Some of the machines suddenly retaliated, attacking with their powers, destroying as many as they could, but it didn’t work too well. They were successful to an extent, but they fell before they could continue to destroy them. “Now, wall of blades!” Ackar shouted, putting the tip of his sword forward. The soldiers in his command did the same, pointing their swords forward, standing shoulder-to-shoulder. They charged forward, impaling the machines, invisible as they were, before they could change form. As some appeared, the Skrall and Glatorian hacked them to pieces. Ackar could see some newcomers approaching the battle. They were in multi-colored armor in some cases, and all of them looked like Glatorian. They carried different sorts of weapons, and differing helmets or masks on their faces. They unleashed storms of power into the area, destroying unseen machines with their widespread attacks. Ackar fell back and spoke quickly to one of them, one clad in mostly gray armor, “Thank you. Who…what are you?” “Toa.” He replied simply. “Toa? That’s what Mata Nui called himself! You’re his chosen champions!” Ackar exclaimed. “Mata Nui?” The Toa questioned, “You saw him? You knew him?” “Trained him.” Ackar corrected. The Toa smiled, “What’s your name?” He asked Ackar. “Ackar. I’m one of his generals, and his closest friend.” Ackar answered, “And you?” “Toa Krakua, Toa of Sonics.” Krakua answered. He swung his sword down, unleashing a barrage of sound into the approaching machines, “I don’t think these things will be alone much longer.” He said, “Those Rahkshi are starting to wear thin, and Makuta doesn’t have the resources to create such large droves anymore. I think he’ll start sending more variations of his minions soon.” “I need to coordinate a defense.” Ackar said, “What else will we see?” “Spiders, any sort of beast…” Krakua said, “You’ll know them.” He said. He looked back, “More Rahkshi!” He shouted, unleashing more attacks from his sword. Sound tore up the machines as they approached. Ackar ordered his men to stay back and wait, so as not to get caught in the crossfire from Krakua’s attacks. “I’ll handle the invisible machines.” He said, spinning around, destroying two with a quick burst of sound. He looked back, “Take care of the Rahkshi, will you?” He nodded, “Men, let’s go!” He shouted, racing at the Rahkshi ranks. Krakua continued to focus his attention on the invisible Baterra, finding them by using his powers to bend the sound, listening for the mechanical noises they would make as they would move through the desert. Ackar and his men tore into the Rahkshi ranks just as fiercely as Krakua destroyed the Baterra. More Toa joined in on both ends, fighting the Rahkshi and fighting the Baterra. Warriors of two worlds fighting for many more that lay beyond the boundaries of the horizon. Nektann looked around as he walked through a field of corpses. They were of his own men, of Rahkshi, of Skrall, of Toa-like beings. He didn’t know who or what had murdered so many so quickly, but wasn’t looking forward to finding out. He hated, like all Skakdi, the possibility of death without a fight. He had seen reinforcements come in through the path he took to get the planet, as well as others. He had seen some die on their way out, bringing forth that fear of death without fighting. He looked at the sword wounds in his men, as well as everyone else. Many had died from stabs to the back, probably never knowing their danger. He rose and looked back at his group. He motioned for them to stop as he went on ahead, looking at small trails in the sand. Some were footprints of various shapes, various species, by the look of it. Some weren’t, and were indentations, like that of a snake. Whatever it was, something was here. What it was, that was the question. He heard something moving. He rose and saw one of the men in this field was alive. It was one of his men. He raced over towards his dying brother. He helped him to roll onto his back so he could speak properly. He was surprised when he saw Nektann. “I thought I was dead for sure.” He breathed. “You are going to die.” Nektann said, “Your wound is mortal.” “I figured as much.” “What happened? What did this?” Nektann questioned. “I saw another fall.” The Skakdi said, “Something invisible must have done it. He was stabbed from behind. I saw the blade retract, but that was about it. When it hit him, it came out of nowhere. When it retracted, it went nowhere, like it vanished.” “Do you know anything else?” Nektann questioned. “No. It was a machine though, I think. It sounded like gears to me.” He said. Nektann nodded and dropped him into the sand to die. He rose and looked around. He closed his eyes to focus his senses on keeping himself alive. He heard gears. He span around, swinging his scythe down. The blade made contact with a sand dune, which exploded into mechanical parts, not sand. “Shapeshifters as well, eh?” Nektann hissed. He looked up at his battalion of Skakdi, “Watch yourselves!” He shouted. He motioned ahead, “Let’s move! There’s plenty for us to continue to do up ahead!” The Skakdi began to follow him through the field of death, towards the battles that continued to rage beyond. Gresh rolled. He and Vastus fought side-by-side with each other, taking care of droves of enemies at once, using their superior skills to cut them down before they even knew what hit them. Thanks to Certavus, they were faster and stronger than expected, able to cut almost any foe down before they realized what was happening. The machines they fought stood no chance against them. “Gresh, do you hear that?” The snake-like Vastus questioned. Gresh stopped. He closed his only eye, and then nodded, “Yeah. Machines.” He gestured forward, “But we’re fighting plenty of them. Could be one of them.” “No.” Vastus replied. He span around, sweeping his scythe out behind them. He heard it make contact, and then saw the head of a machine fly off, into the sand next to them, “That’s not these serpent things.” He said, “Besides, we’d have heard them by now. This is different.” Gresh looked at the body as it fell, “Could these be…Baterra?” He questioned. “Possibly.” Vastus replied. He leapt forward, clashing his scythe against a staff of a Rahkshi. He span around, and then drove his scythe up, digging the curve into the chin of a serpentine machine, driving through the head to destroy the thing. Gresh slashed the head off of another and then stood beside Vastus, looking around. He saw some of the number downed in the distance, indicating that they were dispatched by the Baterra, or someone foolish enough to be fighting that far ahead. “What now?” Gresh asked, “Do we warn anyone about the Baterra?” “No.” Vastus replied, “We continue to fight.” He said, spinning around, cutting another Baterra down. “Behind us.” Gresh said, listening closely, but hearing nothing, “That will certainly make this more interesting.” Vastus nodded, “Invaders ahead…” “Sins of our own planet behind.” Gresh said. The two Tesara Glatorian continued to cut back and forth, cutting down Rahkshi as they advanced, and cutting down Baterra as they tried to assassinate.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 13, 2012 Author Share Posted January 13, 2012 Legacy 15: To the Last Man—Return of an Old Face! Struggling, Tahu stumbled through the hole in the side of the mountain. It seemed rugged on the inside, but of a different texture than the rock itself was of. He ran his hand across the inside, feeling not stone, but steel. A very thick type of steel. “What is this?” He muttered, proceeding forward. He glanced back, watching as Visorak, Rahi and Rahkshi continued to follow him. Ever since his visit with Tren Krom, Tahu had been seeking out patrols of Makuta’s minions. Apparently he was having trouble on the planet, wherever it was they were, and had been sending these forces out to fight on the ground against the unsuspecting populace below. Tahu had made his way south, following a very large line of troops. His Adaptive Armor had helped him survive and stay undetected, and now, had landed him ahead of the troops, inadvertently, of course. He was running. He needed to stay ahead and out of sight. But if this was their destination, then he had found where he needed to go, wherever it was. “Stop!” He heard a commanding voice boom. He felt compelled to stop for some reason, for fear of something brought forth to him by a good feeling. It wasn’t a threat that was stopping him, but rather it was reverence. “Tahu!” The voice exclaimed as a gray and white armored figure rushed out from ahead, looking the Toa of Fire over, “I’m so happy to see you!” Tahu smiled and clasped the Toa on the shoulder, “Takanuva, I’m so glad to see you!” Takanuva, the Toa of Light, armed with his twin Staffs of Light stood before Tahu. He smiled and laughed in joy, joy despite being in such a dangerous position. Tahu realized it had to be the Avohkii that made him listen to Takanuva when he had been a voice alone. “I’m being followed.” Tahu said, motioning Takanuva forward, “Wherever we are, we have to keep moving! If we stop, we’ll be overrun. Even our combined powers won’t work against that many forces!” “How many?” Takanuva questioned, lifting his weapons, “I could wait for them to get in here, and then bring the cave down.” “Too many.” Tahu said, shaking his head, “But what would happen then?” Takanuva directed over his shoulder, “That’s to the outside, to the planet itself. We’re as far south as we can be. We’re in the feet of the machine.” Tahu nodded, “Then let’s go.” He said, moving past Takanuva. “Where to?” Takanuva questioned, “Do you really think it’s smart to walk into the surface of this planet?” “If Makuta keeps sending minions, then I have to assume that he’s having problems out there.” Tahu said, pointing at the light up ahead, “That means that these people at the least are fighting. They don’t want to be conquered by Makuta. They want freedom! We can help them! And besides, I need to get out there. I need to find what Tren Krom told me to find.” “Tren Krom?” Takanuva shouted, shaking his head, “Ok, you must be crazy. Why would you listen to him?” “He wants to live.” Tahu said, “He wants us to defeat Makuta!” “But him?” Takanuva questioned. “We allied with the Order of Mata Nui.” Tahu said, “And the Dark Hunters. All of the Toa left are allied under our banner. Any people who want to be free are also allied with us. The Bahrag, the Bohrok they control…we have made as many allies as we can since our foe is the universe itself! We need to find more allies! That includes Tren Krom.” Tahu said, “Like it or not, that includes him, and he’s relevant as a result.” “What will whatever he sent you to find do?” Takanuva questioned, deciding not to press for more information. Tahu shrugged, “I’m not entirely sure.” He admitted, “He called it the ‘Golden Armor’. He said that linking with the Ignika would allow me to feel the location of it, and I should find it then.” He looked out again at the planet ahead, “The Ignika is out there. I have to go out there as a result.” “Fine.” Takanuva said. He rushed forward, pulling Tahu towards the light as he heard the enemy forces coming in behind them, “Let’s just hurry! We don’t want to die before we can even begin!” “If we can complete the Golden Armor and I can use it, then we’ll have Makuta defeated.” Tahu said, “We’ll contribute greatly to his defeat.” “Let’s hope.” Takanuva said as the two plunged into the harsh sunlight of a desert planet. They looked up at the giant machine hovering over them, and the slightly smaller machine fighting it a little to the distance. Down farther they could see Rahkshi clashing with Toa-like beings, and even some Toa. “What now?” Takanuva asked. He turned around to look at the hole in the foot of the Makuta robot. He could see the new invasion force beginning to emerge. He thrust both of his weapons forward, slinging a web of his Light powers between the two tips. The web sprang forward, covering the hole as best as it could, slicing anything that touched it apart. It wouldn’t hold for long, but it could take some of the number down. Tahu looked to the smaller machine. He pointed to it with his spinning shield blade, “There.” He said, “I’m sure of it. We have to get there!” “The Ignika?” Takanuva asked. “More than that.” Tahu said, “I don’t know how to explain it…but there’s more up there than just the Ignika.” Takanuva nodded, “Yeah…I feel it too.” He looked as the light web began to fall. He felt terrible at having to leave the battle to those below, but they had more important duties to attend to. Rather than fight the invasion force, they had to try to help in the fight against the main invader and leave the others to do the actual war on the ground. Tahu began to run, and then, leapt up, allowing his jets to carry him towards the smaller machine. Takanuva followed, bending his body with the light spectrum, allowing himself to move at a much faster pace through some manipulation of his powers that he didn’t quite understand himself. The smaller robot was knocked back, but took a step forward and threw a punch, offsetting the Makuta robot. Takanuva glanced back, confused as to why the army left without having any trouble from being shaken moments earlier. Then he assumed it had to be artificial gravity or something like that. As the two approached the robot, they passed combat, but did nothing to help. The combat here was on a smaller scale, but still important in the end. But they had to keep pressing on rather than waste any time at all. Up ahead was a duo fighting together, both clad in green armor. One was utilizing a scythe, and the other a shield. They were slicing down Rahkshi ahead of them while turning around and hacking into nothing, but then, it revealed hidden enemies after the attacks completed their course, to the surprise of the two Toa. Tahu dropped down from his thrusters to the sand. Takanuva appeared normally beside him, rushing towards the feet of the robot. One of the green armored warriors broke off and rushed towards them, apparently concerned as to who they were and what their intentions were. He was the one with the shield. He cut them off, holding his shield in both hands, then split them into twin tonfa. He held the bladed weapons in front of himself, as if ready to fight to protect the giant machine behind him. “Who are you two?” The green warrior hissed. The two Toa noticed that his right eye was black, that he had an eyepatch made of armor over the eyehole, but still carried himself as if he had no disability. “Toa.” Tahu muttered, lifting his shield blade, “I don’t want to have to fight you, whoever you are, but we need to get to that robot!” “Why?” He hissed. Takanuva stepped forward, “Tahu, allow me.” He said, lifting his Staffs, “If you won’t move,” he said to the green warrior, “I’ll make you move.” “Try me.” He hissed. “Stop.” Tahu said, walking between them. He looked to his comrade, “Thanks for your offer, but no, we’ll handle this in a civilized manner.” He looked to the green warrior, “What’s your name?” He asked. At one point, Tahu would have done as Takanuva was about to. He had learned since then, and had grown up quite a bit. He knew to ask first, then act, if the situation allowed it. This one did. “My name is Gresh.” The green warrior said, “A Glatorian, and one of Mata Nui’s loyal followers.” He said. “Mata Nui?” Tahu questioned, looking at the machine, “Is that Mata Nui? Is that why you block our path?” Gresh nodded, “Exactly.” He said. “We’re two of his followers.” Tahu said, “I’m the leader of the team of Toa meant to protect him, awaken him when he was asleep for one thousand years.” Tahu said, “Please, we need to get to him. That is to say, does he have the Kanohi Ignika with him somewhere? We need to get to it for the sake of this war!” “The Ignika?” Gresh asked. He nodded, “Yeah, I think it’s inside of the machine. Why do you require it?” “I believe that it’s on this planet.” Tahu said, “That is, the things we need to win this war. It’s called the Golden Armor. If I can get to the Ignika, it can help me to be able to feel it out. Then I can find it and use it to strike a blow against Makuta.” Gresh listened to his story and paid close attention to him with his single eye. He nodded, “I’ll believe you.” He said. He looked to Takanuva, “You coming too?” He nodded, “I want to protect Tahu. If he’s the one to seek out the Armor, then I’ll need to help protect him.” Gresh looked over at his green armored partner with the scythe. He seemed to be managing, even moving at speeds that Tahu and Takanuva almost couldn’t comprehend, as if he were slithering around the battlefield. He was some sort of monster it seemed. “Vastus can handle himself without me.” Gresh said. He looked back to the two Toa, “Ok, let’s get to the Ignika.” He said, turning and running for the feet of the Mata Nui robot. “How will we get his attention?” Takanuva questioned. The two looked to Takanuva, “Light.” Tahu said. Takanuva nodded, “Understood.” He said as they raced forward. Within the depths of the smaller prototype robot, the Ignika awakened. It pulsated in its golden manner, feeling something approaching, something that it needed. Hours ago Tren Krom had sent it a message. The powerful being had been able to breach the vast distance to reach the Ignika itself, and had given it instructions. The Ignika listened, knowing that since it had its mind back, and having been subservient to Mata Nui, that Mata Nui would want this to happen as Tren Krom wished it. The Ignika felt the presence of a Toa approach. A Toa that Tren Krom had sent some of the energy of to the mask. This being was to receive some help from the Ignika, for the sake of the world of Bara Magna, and the Matoran inside of the other robot. There was sand in abundance around the Ignika. Mata Nui had dissolved his body at this very spot, inadvertently leaving the Ignika its means to accomplish the very act that could save all of their lives. The Ignika rose into the air, sending tendrils of power into the sand around it. The sand drew up around the Ignika, swirling into a storm of power, just as it had when Mata Nui had arrived on the planet around a year and a half earlier. Now and old body was being restored, but one new to being formed out of sand. The gray and gold body came to the ground, clutching a sword in hand, as well as a Midak Skyblaster, as it had been called in the past. A blaster that fired spheres of Light. The Ignika walked towards a small hatch in the side of the room and opened it, looking down at the ground far below. It leapt out, calling on the powers of itself, drawing a storm around itself as it fell, using its own body as materials to call forth the sand below, drawing it up. That sand then began to form around the Ignika, now Toa Ignika, creating a Skyboard out of it. The Ignika landed on its board and flew down at the group of three approaching visitors. One it recognized as Gresh, the warrior Mata Nui fought earlier, the one that had touched the Ignika itself and had nearly been cursed, until Mata Nui stepped in to stop the cursing process. It recognized the other two as allies. It recognized the red one as someone from Karda Nui, the last time the Ignika had its own body. It recognized the other, white and gray figure as another Toa from Karda Nui as well. The Ignika knew these faces. It would have been happy to see familiarity, had its mission not been so dire, had the situation not been so deadly. Flying down at the group, the Ignika began to glow with a golden aura. The red armored Toa pointed up at the Ignika, and flew up with his own jets. The Ignika nodded, and dropped his weapons. He pointed at the Toa, and unleashed a storm of power into him, slamming his body into the sands below. As he screamed, the Glatorian looked up at the Ignika, wanting to attack. The other Toa threw his weapons together and aimed them at the Toa Ignika, getting ready to attack. It was the voice of the red Toa that stopped an attack. They looked at what the Ignika was doing. By instilling the ability to search for the Golden Armor, as Tren Krom had requested, one other requirement had to be met. Tahu stopped panting when it was over in a few moments. His body was now clad in dark red, light red, and orange armor. He no longer wore his Adaptive Armor. He was now the man he had once been around three years ago, and long before then. He was a Toa Mata once more. A weaker Toa, carrying a sword made of his own Fire with an actual pommel attached. He was weak, but he was what he needed to be. The Ignika looked to the Makuta robot. The Makuta was looking at the new Toa, and aiming its fist accordingly. Power flew around the fist, and slammed through the air. The Toa Ignika outmaneuvered it with ease, flying the Skyboard back at the Mata Nui robot. It flew into the place it left from, and collapsed, breaking its own body down and returning its efforts to helping power the Mata Nui prototype robot for the fight. Tahu rose to his knees, gasping. He heard Takanuva talking, but couldn’t make it register. “What…happened?” Gresh questioned as he looked at Tahu. He looked to his hands, “I’m tingling.” “I know. I am too.” Takanuva said, looking at his own hands. “I’m…” Tahu said, swiping his hand over the sand, burning it into glass. He looked at himself in the reflection, gasping. “I’m normal again.” He breathed, “I’m a Mata again!” “You’re weaker now.” Takanuva said. Tahu rose, “I feel so nostalgic.” He said dryly, looking at the Toa of Light, “If only you were still a Matoran now…but enough.” He said, looking around, “I can feel the Golden Armor. Six pieces, on this planet. Not more than three miles in any given direction, I’d say.” “That close?” Takanuva asked. “Destiny, I’m sure of it.” Tahu said. He looked at them, “Now, what’s this about feeling tingly?” Gresh looked around, “Where are they? Point to the closest piece.” Tahu pointed north, “Around the base of those mountains.” He said, directing at the Black Spikes. “I feel it too…” Gresh said. Takanuva nodded, “Yeah, so do I.” Tahu looked at them, and then clasped them on the shoulders, “Then if all three of us were affected, that’s three of us for six pieces of armor. Let’s get moving and meet back here with the Golden Armor.” The other two nodded to him. The three turned and ran in different directions, running for the Golden Armor fragments.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 14, 2012 Author Share Posted January 14, 2012 Legacy 16: Scattered—Find the Golden Armor! Gresh walked around the desert, looking at the familiar sights of vast emptiness, now filled with corpses of both warriors he knew as his own men, and those of the invading forces. He walked through the death, looking around for any signs of danger. There were corpses of both sides in the area. That meant that either they killed each other, or something else got to the survivors. If his comrades were the survivors of such a fight, that would mean someone would be waiting for an ambush. Gresh stopped. He span around, throwing a tonfa forward. The spinning blade smashed into one of the reptilian machines known as Rahkshi, offsetting its footing as it unleashed a blast of heat from its eyes. The yellow armored machine stumbled back, the heat vision spraying out in all directions as it stumbled around, trying to train itself on Gresh. Gresh didn’t let up. He leapt forward, throwing his other tonfa into the air, letting it spin around and around as he closed the distance. He threw a fist into each of the Rahkshi’s shoulders, and then came up with a quick knee to the ‘jaw’ of the head. He span around, giving a double fisted slam to the side of the head, dropping the machine into the sand. Gresh looked down at it. The thing that controlled the body was dazed, but the thing wasn’t dead. That would be too easy. A machine like this wouldn’t die as easily. Gresh reached up, taking grip of his tonfa as it fell. He drove the tip into the head, impaling the thing controlling the vile machine. He drew his weapon out and took hold of his other tonfa, forming his shield once more. He walked away from the Rahkshi, heading out farther away from the combat. He was walking. He knew he should be running, but he didn’t want to seem suspicious. If the enemy robot would see, then he might figure out something was happening, and kill him. That wouldn’t be good for Mata Nui. It was better for Gresh to play it safe and use stealth to get past the eyes of the enemy as he would advance farther away, farther towards the final goal of the Golden Armor. Takanuva rolled behind a series of boulders. They only provided him with momentary relief as they were smashed apart with a burst of Shadow energy. He leapt through the rubble, smashing both blades into his foe’s chest. The Shadow Takanuva fell back as Takanuva slashed each way, drawing his blades across his foe’s entire chest, taking him down, keeping him down. Takanuva looked up at the second Shadow Takanuva standing closer to him. A blast of the dark element he possessed erupted through the air, aiming for the Toa of Light’s head. Takanuva span around, dodging the attack. He slammed both of his staffs together and pushed them out forward, unleashing a brilliant eruption of light into his foe’s chest from a distance, using a laser to create a starburst symbol, ripping his foe’s body apart. “Messy, but it had to be done.” He heard someone say. Turning, Takanuva saw another dark version of himself. This one sported a completely different left arm, a mechanical left arm, as well as a blue visor in place of the Kanohi Avohkii. “What is that stuff?” Takanuva hissed, drawing his weapons up into a defensive stance, getting ready for anything. “This?” His doppelganger questioned, looking at his arm, “This is just something of a trophy of this foolish rebellion.” “Trophy?” Takanuva questioned. “From a fool Dark Hunter.” He answered. “Whatever it is, whatever it does, it won’t save you.” Takanuva said, pointing his left staff at his foe, keeping his right weapon drawn back. “We’ll see.” The dark Takanuva answered, lifting his left arm high. The protrusions sent a ray of energy into the air, spinning around his body in swirling shapes. Before Takanuva could launch an attack, a giant Stone Ape erupted from the smoke and energy. “What is this?” Takanuva hissed. He took a massive punch to the face, being thrown back into the sand. He skidded around, finally rolling over onto his knees and feet, plowing them into the ground as he slid. “This is the power of a fool Dark Hunter whom I killed.” The Stone Ape grunted. “Well, I’ll just have to be more careful then.” Takanuva said, rising to his feet. He ran forward, drawing both weapons back. Before he could thrust them and unleash his powers, he took another punch, this time to the chest. He dropped to his knees in the pain. He looked up, but took a fist to the face again, going to his back. He rolled away as a punch smashed into the ground, creating a small crater. Takanuva rolled up, thrusting both weapons forward, unleashing crisscrossing rays of light, sending them forward like a laser net. This attack struck the target, burning his armor, but it by no means did any serious damage. Laughing, the Rahi imitator said, “Do you really think my blows are random? I’m aiming to take out your state of mind! Head shots to disorient you, body shots to wound you. Together, I repeat until you can’t kill me!” “I’ll kill you eventually.” Takanuva hissed, “And besides, why don’t you just right-out kill me?” He hissed. “What fun would that be?” The Rahi laughed. Takanuva leapt forward, ramming both weapons forward, driving them into the chest of his foe. The Stone Ape fell back, reverting into his normal form as a black and gray armored Takanuva. He slammed his right fist into Takanuva’s face, throwing the Toa of Light off of him. The two Toa rolled away from each other. The Shadow Takanuva raced forward, spinning his weapon overhead, charging a cyclone of Shadow above. The normal Takanuva raced forward, drawing his weapons out to his sides. Power flowed through both of them, illuminating both weapons. He leapt forward, utilizing his powers to move at the speed of light, cutting his foe down in one move. The Shadow Takanuva looked back only once, his face in complete shock. His body had been bisected in one move, a move he didn’t even see coming. “I used my speed, combined with light around my weapons, to end you.” Takanuva said, “Speed combined with pure cutting ability? You lose.” The Shadow Takanuva fell in half. His upperbody fell to the sands, while his legs stood for a moment, but soon gave out and fell. Takanuva span around, looking at the remains of his foe, just to be sure he was dead. Seeing that he was, Takanuva ran off, heading towards where the signal in his mind was telling him to go to. Tahu was tired of walking. Because of the Adaptive Armor, he always had help over the past two years in any situation, any environment. If he had thrusters of any sort, he used them for the ease of it, and the convenience of escape from Makuta and his minions. By no means was Tahu lazy. He was just used to having something like thrusters to assist him. He was used to having the extra weight of the Adaptive Armor, period. He had nothing anymore. When the Ignika had reverted him back to his normal Toa Mata form, he had lost the Adaptive Armor for some reason. He had regained his normal sword, but lost potentially his greatest weapon. But that didn’t matter too much, as long as he could survive, that’s what counted. But the Armor would have made survival anywhere easier. It would be difficult on such a planet, with so many enemies around, but he could do it. He had to do it. He was the one to wear the Golden Armor, after all. Slowing, Tahu looked around the caverns he was in. He rushed forward, using a small flame to light his way. He found something in the back of the room, and raced for it. Tahu found a stone that didn’t belong. He pushed it aside with ease, revealing a small inlet in the stone itself. He reached down, removing a piece of armor that looked to be made of pure gold. The armor was like that he wore on his chest or his arms. This had to be the Golden Armor. Tahu pulled the pack off of his back. He had gotten a pack from a supporter of Mata Nui, one of his army. He pushed the piece of Golden Armor into the bag and slung it over his shoulder as he started out. He had to find one more piece, and then meet back with the others. As soon as he left the cavern, he looked east, towards the edge of the Black Spikes. Currently, at the base of the White Quartz, Tahu decided he would have to get closer as it was. Going to the Black Spikes next seemed like a good idea to him. Tahu started out, keeping a slow, methodical pace. His eyes darted around everywhere, searching for any signs of danger. He stopped when he felt a chill go down his spine. Spinning around, Tahu unleashed a small explosion of his Fire powers centralized on one location, turning the sand to glass at impact. The Shadow Takanuva leapt back just in time. He threw his right arm forward, unleashing a cold burst of his powers forward. Tahu activated his Kanohi, feeling the skintight shield come up around his body once again. He rushed through the blast of shadows, spreading his sword of fire out. He leapt forward, slamming a foot into the Shadow Takanuva, knocking him back. He followed up by spinning around and slashing his foe across the chest, taking him down. “Are you after me?” Tahu demanded, his tip at the downed Toa’s throat. “After you? Of course.” Shadow Takanuva hissed, “I am after anyone on the side of Mata Nui! Anyone against Makuta!” “You came after me because I’m your enemy. No other reason?” Tahu asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shadow Takanuva said, “But you’re only an opponent to me—a target.” Tahu smiled to himself. His foe didn’t know of the Golden Armor at least. That was a good bit of news to learn. Tahu span around, watching as a group of multicolored spider Rahi came closer and closer towards him and his foe. He saw that the group of Visorak were charging their Rhotuka, getting ready for an attack to rain down. Tahu rolled away as the attacks sailed down, killing the Shadow Takanuva in some way. Tahu span around, unleashing a massive burst of heat into the spiders, forcing them to back away from him s he thought of a plan. Tahu drew his right fist back, drawing as much power as he could into it. He threw it forward, sending a fist of fire through the air, smashing into the ground at the same angle. The power threw a wall of sand up, making it into glass right in front of the Visorak as they shot their Rhotuka forward. The spinning attacks struck the glass and bounced right back into the Visorak, killing most of them with their own powers. If any survived, Tahu unleashed a stream of fire into the path, melting down any survivors. Tahu ran from the sight, heading for the Black Spikes. He had to get there fast. He had one piece, he was sure that the others would at least have one piece by this point as well. Gresh span around, cutting a third Rahkshi down. He ducked the swing of a Skakdi’s fist, and impaled the beastly warrior with both tonfa. He leapt back as more and more enemies continued to come ever closer. Between Rahkshi, Skakdi, Visorak and Rahi, he was outnumbered. He had one piece of the Golden Armor. He recognized it as similar to the chest and arm armor that Tahu was wearing. He assumed that meant something. “What now?” Gresh muttered. He had no real attacks to clear out a group. Certavus had taught him nothing of the sort. He supposed he could use a Heaven’s Disaster, but that might not cut it. Shrugging and throwing caution to the wind, Gresh raced forward, spinning both weapons around. He slammed them both into the sand in front of the tightly packed group of his foe’s, unleashing a devastating wave of power into their ranks. The enemy forces went flying back. Some were ripped apart by sheer force, some were mortally wounded, and yet other s were only handicapped. It was a fairly good attack, but not good enough for Gresh. “No one left to stand?” He questioned, walking past all of their bodies, if they could still fight or not, “I should be off.” He said, running towards the south for his second piece. Takanuva, holding both pieces of the Golden Armor that he was to retrieve—a piece of armor like that of Tahu’s chest, as well as a Golden Hau—rushed through the wastes. He had made excellent time and was running towards the meeting place. If he had such ease, he hoped the others had as well. He hoped to end the battle as soon as possible. By the time he reached the spot, he saw no partners, no comrades of any sort. Instead, he saw Nektann, the blue armored Skakdi leader. Nektann turned to face the Toa of Light. He laughed and grinned his evil Skakdi grin as the Toa approached slowly, both staffs in hand and ready. “Well, a Toa.” Nektann hissed, “A nice change of pace from these powerless fools!” “Powerless as they may be, in our way of power, but they are hardly fools. They are hardly powerless in the way of saying, they are amazing warriors.” Takanuva thrust his right weapon forward, “Now, let’s get this over with, Nektann.” “You know me?” “I know your description, and stench.” Takanuva said. “Toa of Light, I know of you as well.” “How much are just my doppelgangers?” Takanuva questioned. “I learned a lot.” Nektann hissed, “Makuta likes us to know our foe.” “Too bad he doesn’t know Mata Nui, then.” Takanuva said. “But I do know you, and at the moment, that’s what counts.” Nektann replied. “We’ll see how long you last.” Takanuva said, racing forward. He slashed his right staff out to the side. His foe parried with a downward strike of his scythe. He quickly span it around, pulling up, opening Takanuva’s right side. Throwing a punch into Takanuva’s side, Nektann stood above the downed Toa. He stomped on his foe’s chest, keeping him pinned to the ground. “You’re about to lose your head.” He laughed, holding his scythe up, admiring the sharpness of the blade. “I think not.” Takanuva hissed, unleashing a burs to flight, blinding and slightly burning Nektann from the close range of his attack. He came to his feet and kicked Nektann, taking him down. He turned to run, to get some distance for an attack. As Takanuva turned around, he saw something flying at him. Something dark gray and hard looking. Iron balls. The attack from Nektann’s eyes smashed into him, taking him to his knees. As he fell, he could see Nektann going through his bags, stealing the Golden Hau, and then running.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 15, 2012 Author Share Posted January 15, 2012 Legacy 17: Kopaka’s Gamble—Strike the Core! “Are you sure this will work? Can you give me any idea at all at the percentage of success?” Kopaka gazed at the Dark Hunter across the table from him. This Dark Hunter was a powerful one, one who had known no fear as long as Kopaka had led him into battle. This was the first time that this man was questioning him in such a way. He was worried. There was reason to be worried. The plan that Kopaka had formed was an immense gamble. It was going to be a hit or miss attack. Either it would give amazing results during this battle for the entire universe that they knew of, or, it would kill them all, but hopefully give the others enough time to fight on the outside. He knew that some had left the Matoran Universe. Some, like Tahu, had headed for exits to do battle. Other Toa had also departed for the same reasons. They were going to help fight off the forces that Makuta sent to the surface, but also, were going to help those on the ground, like whoever—or whatever—was currently fighting against Makuta. “I have no idea if this will work.” Kopaka told the Dark Hunter, “I can only guess if it will or not. I can’t give you any hard data or statistics.” “You live on that stuff.” Lariska commented, standing beside him. “I know I do, but I have none.” Kopaka told her. “You’re essentially going in blind.” She said. She looked at the scope on his Kanohi, the Akaku, Mask of X-Ray Vision. Kopaka was never blind. His foresight was incredible due to his cold, calm intelligence and mind. His mask helped him all the way, giving him vision where he shouldn’t have it, allowing him to plan for many options that he wouldn’t normally get to. Kopaka doing anything ‘blind’, so to speak, was unheard of. Kopaka just didn’t act that way. It was completely against the fiber of his being. He was someone who would use data to his advantage over anything else. So what was he doing this time? What was he thinking? “I’m hoping this works.” Kopaka admitted, looking at everyone gathered around the table. The walls shook as the battle outside, between Makuta and his foe, continued on. The gravity stabilizers inside of the body that Makuta possessed were enough to hold them in place, but not always. Sometimes they still shook with the blows, as hard as they were. “You’re only hoping?” The Dark Hunter questioned. Kopaka leaned back, looking at the array of faces that were with him. He spoke simply, “If any of you doubt my methods, my leadership, then you would leave. Toa Tahu, the leader of this rebellion, should no longer be in this universe, if the plan is going correctly. He’s probably on the outside, doing what he can out there, as planned. Now listen, you’re stuck with me. I’m the deputy leader of the Toa Nuva, thus I am the deputy leader of this entire rebellion. I am the one in charge of the fight against Makuta, and as such, you have me to obey, or no one. Now, make your choice.” Nobody spoke up. “Good.” Kopaka said, “That means you’re all with me. If any of you are against me, then walk away now. Walk away and die alone without the backup of others to help keep you safe. All we have is security in numbers, remember that!” Lariska looked to Kopaka, and then to the map, placing her finger on a spot, “Here.” She said simply. “What is it?” Kopaka asked, looking at it. “This is a spot we can land our party.” She replied, “It should be large enough.” “What is it?” He questioned. “An open area of sea.” She replied simply. He looked at the map. Indeed, it was just sea. There was no landmass at the location. In the battle for the Matoran Universe, places had been discovered, and parts of the islands had been broken apart. One such location that had been discovered recently was an entrance into Karda Nui, the Universe Core. That was where the Nuva had completed their mission to awaken Mata Nui. That was a very important location for the Great Spirit body. It was Kopaka’s plan to lay waste to it. It might kill a lot of people wishing to be free, but it would help. Attacking such a location, the heart of the body, would cause a lot of damage to Makuta himself. And with being distracted by fighting his foe, the distraction would really get to him. He wouldn’t be able to stop it either. He would be too distracted. This was a suicidal attack, but it would be their best, and potentially, only option for a victory in this war against Makuta. “I met up with some others earlier.” Lariska said, “Part of a group led by Toa Pohatu. He was a Dark Hunter I used to know, a great spy and saboteur. He told me that when the group he was with reached Destral, the Makuta base, he found the ruins of some mysterious chamber. That chamber held inside of it a small device, damaged, but very complex looking. That device, when he repaired it, allowed him to teleport where he pleased. It was a teleporter capable of transporting an entire island to anywhere the user desired.” “So the plan is going to be to use it?” Kopaka questioned. She nodded, “We move Destral into that position, which is clear, as is the island, and then we launch an attack from that island.” Lariska said, “We just have to get word out to the other Nuva and any other leaders.” Kopaka nodded. He walked to the corner of the room, to a series of cages containing bird Rahi. These Rahi were vicious, and were very common now that Makuta took control. Nobody took any notice. They wouldn’t be shot down by any enemies, or anything of the sort. They would be safe, transporting special messages. Kopaka removed a small cylindrical object from a small chest of them. He held them in his palm, infusing them with a mental encoding due to the property of the objects. He placed the small objects into the mouths of the Rahi, sending them off one at a time as he gave them the messages. The Rahi would fly after the other Nuva and any other leaders who were leading their own men. “We have only to wait.” Kopaka said. He turned to look at everyone, “We have to get ready to move out, though. We have to wait at the shore.” He said, pointing to a spot beneath the Southern Continent, “We have to get to the southern edge of the Continent.” He said, “Then we’ll wait. As soon as Destral appears, we head for it. We’ll need guardians for the island. An island appearing out of nowhere is going to be very suspicious. We’ll need guardians to defend our staging area as we flee.” Kopaka looked out before his men, “Any volunteers?” A few Dark Hunters and Order of Mata Nui warriors raised their hands into the air, volunteering for the defensive jobs. Their powers were the best ones to have, using powers with defensive abilities, like elemental powers over Stone or Earth, or any other way to create defenses. They knew that this was their place to shine, and would take it without problem. “The Rahi won’t take long. They’re fast fliers.” Kopaka said, “It would only take an hour for one in Metru Nui to go all the way south. Let’s hope that none of the teams got too far away from this place.” As he and his men began to speak about strategy, and any plans for once they reached the Energy Storms that would be raging inside of the Universe Core, the first of the Rahi returned. Kopaka held his hand out as it opened its beak, dropping the cylinder into his hand. He felt the cylinder warm as it activated. He could hear the voice of Pohatu in his mind, telling him that they were close to Destral and were heading there currently. He had also joined together with Gali and her men, giving them more forces to begin with, and less to track down. Kopaka put the Rahi back into its cage and looked back to the map, putting a finger next to the coast of the Southern Continent. “Pohatu should be around here.” He pointed a bit west, “Destral is here, roughly.” He pointed southeast of the Continent, “The entrance to the Core.” He said, “It won’t take us long. Let’s set out.” He looked to a man at his side, and nodded. The man put his hand over the map. Energy blasted into the table, the map, destroying it so as not to give anyone who came an idea of where they were headed. “Let’s go.” Kopaka said, leading his men out, “Either to victory, or to our deaths.” The island appeared in the distance of the coast. Many men were already standing on the island, signaling to Kopaka’s men on the Continent. Loading into boats quickly created through any means they could, they sailed towards Destral. More and more men began to appear as other teams found their way to the coast, or were already heading out. Kopaka leapt onto the island, nodding to Pohatu, Gali and Lewa. He looked back, recognizing Onua and his men in the boats that came from the eastern edge of the Continent. “Well?” Kopaka asked. “We’re close.” Gali replied, “We have to head south for about ten minutes at a good pace, and we’ll be at the entrance. I can open it wider, if we must.” “We’ll wait for Onua’s group to arrive.” Kopaka replied. He motioned for his group of guardians, sending them off with the others already on Destral who were to do the same job. Those men began to spread out and get ready for battle. Soon, Onua’s men arrived. Onua joined his fellow Nuva, sending his men to the edges of the island for the purposes of guarding the strike force. The Nuva and their army moved south, arriving at the stone arch rising up from the water. The path led into darkness, underground. Lewa walked into it, using his Miru to float down, and then return back up. “There’s a level path down there.” He replied, “We can walk down. There’s a landing that ends before we reach the Energy Storms.” “How long will it take?” Gali asked. “I was going at a faster pace than walking.” Lewa said, “And I dropped down a path that went alongside the walkway. That drop, without my Kanohi, sped me up. If we use your Kakama, Pohatu, then minutes.” “We’ll use it.” He replied. He looked back, signaling the men. They began to split in half, half going towards him, half going towards Lewa. Kopaka spoke to them, “You lot with Pohatu, you’ll be taking the walkway, using his Kakama to speed your way. You lot with Lewa will be dropping down a tunnel, using the Miru to stop before it’s too late. Understood?” Gali spoke, “If any of you can fly on your own, or have a faster method, then get there of your own accord.” She said, “Go first, however.” Around fifty men walked into the tunnel. Some of them flew down the drop; some of them used speed to race down the walkway, and some managed to teleport or vanish down. After they had gone, the rest began down, using the Toa’s methods to head straight down, into a large landing that overlooked the massive storms of power that would destroy them if they so much as touched them. Kopaka and the other Nuva stood before everyone else, gazing out into the vast domed area that they had saved two years ago. They all looked to each other, nostalgia in their eyes. That soon faded as they stepped back, knowing what they all had to do. “Everyone ready?” Kopaka called back. A cheer went up through the ranks of men as they prepared themselves. Anyone who didn’t have some method of attack, such as Lariska, had remained on the surface of the island, ready to defend it. Anyone with any sort of ranged attack or power had ventured down to attack the Core. Power flew in a vast stream. From the Nuva came Ice, Earth, Stone, Air and Water attacks. Attacks of many elements and forms flew from the assembled ranks of Dark Hunters, or Order members and servants, and of anyone else with them. Power sailed through the Energy Storms, ripping apart parts of the Universe Core, ripping apart the heart of the Great Spirit robot. When pressed for details earlier, Kopaka had told others that it was like they were going to induce a massive heart attack. As the dome of the Universe Core was torn apart, it felt as though it were working. They could feel Makuta shaking; they could feel him taking more damage than before. They knew he was being distracted. It was working. Then they heard something happening on Destral. “We have to go back!” Kopaka shouted, “We can’t just stay here and attack! If we lose our way back to the surface, we’ll all die! Then there will be no distractions inside anymore! Everyone, fall back!” The men began to retreat, back towards the surface. Those who could flew up; men ran up, some sped along by the Kakama, some floated up with the Miru. All that mattered was getting topside, and quickly. As the men reached the top, they looked around as they got back onto Destral. A massive army of thousands was fighting against the defenses put up by the rebels. Corpses of both sides were scattered everywhere. The attacking army was made of Rahi, Rahkshi, Visorak and even some Shadow Takanuva. The defenders were powerful in their own rights, but even they couldn’t take down more than around fifteen before being overrun and killed. Somehow, Makuta had kept a large reserve force hidden somewhere, just waiting to attack. “Attack! We must break through!” Kopaka screamed out. The men began to charge, with the Nuva leading the charge, unleashing devastation with their powers. More powers flew from behind them, smashing through the ranks of Makuta’s minions, ripping them apart. Soon, it came down to weapons against weapons, no longer becoming dependant on powers. It became apparent that the Rahkshi were weak, that their Kraata weren’t fully developed. Instead of their powers, they were relying on staffs in close quarters, and using multiple Rahkshi’s powers put together to fight one or two foes. This was a hastily put together army, but a powerful one, none the less. Soon, Kopaka and the other Nuva had punched their way through, but had their backs sealed by more foes. They were in the middle of a sea of faces, of enemies all out to kill them. Pushing themselves back-to-back, the Nuva attacked in all directions, unleashing powers, lashing out with weapons, crushing anything they could, until there was no room around any of them, and within arm’s length was an enemy in all directions, except for each other. “How much longer can we fight?” Onua shouted, unleashing a massive fist of earth, smashing through a sizeable force of men, along with Pohatu’s powers to punch similar holes in other directions. Lewa followed up, sending slicing wind through, hoping not to kill allies in the crossfire. Gali and Kopaka were more limited in their devastation of powers, but effective. The men who fell were swiftly replaced. It was obvious that they all knew who to kill. They knew that the Nuva were the ones needing to die, and also, Makuta knew that he couldn’t toy with them anymore. They had to die. “I don’t think we can keep going!” Lewa shouted, cutting a foe down with his axe. Kopaka ran a Rahkshi through, kicking it off of his sword. He nodded, “I hate to say it…but we’re done here. I’d go Nova, if it didn’t mean killing our own men!” As the Nuva continued to fight for their lives, they got the miracle they prayed for. Lightning erupted from the sky like a massive stream, ripping a circle open around the Nuva, extending wider and wider, blasting through more and more minions of Makuta. As the Nuva got space to move, they looked around, hoping to find their savior. As they looked, the sky was blank. There was no evidence of anything, other than intervention of the divine.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 16, 2012 Author Share Posted January 16, 2012 Legacy 18: Tren Krom’s Mutiny—The Zakaz Experiment! Zakaz was in ruins. After Gali’s expedition force had attacked it one year ago, the island had remained more destroyed than the in-fighting of its inhabitants had ever done. Nothing had been repaired. There was no reason. The Tahtorak and the Skakdi were in constant struggle with each other, with the Skakdi winning, despite their numbers depleting, as they were sent out to the new world. The body of a Shadow Takanuva walked through the ruins, kicking at the pieces of buildings with his foot, or using the butt end of his staff to push some rubble aside, taking a look at what lay around him. He was searching for something specific, after all. Tren Krom, nearly all powerful, still had no idea where what he sought was located. All he knew was that it was on Zakaz, and it should be nearby. Makuta had attempted to stop him multiple times. He hadn’t counted on the fact that his forces would be slaughtered so quickly by the power of Tren Krom. He had no idea that so many powers were lying within Tren Krom’s grip, even in the body of the Shadow Takanuva. He wasn’t restricted to only Shadow, nor was he restricted due to lack of his own, original body. He had many powers that made him probably the most formidable warrior in the Matoran Universe at the moment, if not on the planet the robot stood on as well. If he and Makuta were to fight, he was sure that he could win the battle. No matter how many powers the Makuta species had, Tren Krom had more knowledge of how to use such powers, such tactics, and he had different powers altogether. He was a completely different type of monster than the Makuta ever could be. He glanced around. He heard something nearby, but ignored it for the moment. He crouched down and placed his hands on a large piece of rubble that seemed to fit into the pieces around it a bit too perfectly, too tightly. It was out of place for such chaos. Prying the blade of his staff into the rock, he put his weight into it, lifting the rock out. He could have used his powers, but he wanted to use his muscles. He needed to get used to using them again, after all, after so long, such little experience in fighting with physical blows. He had come face-to-face with two other Shadow Takanuva during his trips. While he was able to take many enemies on both sides of the conflict by surprise with his powers, these two had been sent to kill him. He hadn’t a chance to attack when they reached him. He had been forced to grapple with them, fighting with his muscles. It was an odd experience, compared to usual, but he had won in the end. He had managed to fight them both back, and had murdered them both with his powers. He wished he could have used his staff to run at least one through, but small steps were all he could take at a time. First it was learn to grapple, then learn to fight with his staff alone. No doubt it would come in handy at some point. Finally, he pulled the rock away and peered down into the darkness. He noticed that there were stairs carved into the rock at his side. He leapt into the dark pit and walked down, ignoring whoever was watching him above. He knew that he would likely be followed. He was dangerous, after all. This world spawned those wishing to face dangers, especially in such a day and age as this one was. As he reached the last stair, he flicked his wrist, using a fraction of his powers to light the room. He could see a pit in the center, filled with bubbling liquid. He looked to the far side of the room, noticing a small pond that no doubt led to the ocean. He believed that someone could come in through the sea and into the cavern, if they had known about its position. Tren Krom reached out, sending a small ounce of power into the water. Once he was satisfied that none were following him through the waterways, he turned his attention to the pit, and focused some of his power into it, feeling out the liquid. He nodded solemnly upon scanning it through. He walked to the stairs and headed out of the chamber, up to find those who would suit his needs. Toa Nuparu dodged past a Steltian bruiser. Using the Volitak, Mask of Stealth, he was able to sneak around a lot easier, but still hated having to do it. He knew the importance of the mission, but hated it. They still had no idea why so many warriors were on Stelt, or why they were following a Shadow Takanuva as they were. Usually they would be Makuta’s minions through some means, and would be following the Shadow Takanuva’s orders, but this wasn’t the case this time. This time they trailed him as if he were a foe. They kept their distance, waiting to make a move, waiting to kill him, no doubt. “Learn anything?” Toa Jaller asked as Nuparu rejoined his four peers. The Toa of Earth shook his head, “No, I have no idea what’s happening.” He said, sheathing his Aqua Blaster Blade and shield on his back, with his Cordak Blaster, “The Shadow Takanuva found an underground cavern, though. Nothing followed him down. He paid no heed to them. I don’t even think he knows they’re there.” “That certainly makes this interesting.” Toa Hahli, Toa of Water, said. She stepped forward, glancing out from behind the boulders they hid behind, “Well, what should we do now?” “I could…” The yellow Toa of Stone began. “No, Hewkii.” Jaller said, cutting him off, “No gravity.” “Should we fire?” The green armored Toa Kongu asked, lifting two Cordak Blasters, “We have the power to blow them away.” “We’d reveal ourselves.” Jaller reminded. He sat down against the boulder, looking at his sword in hand. He wondered what they should do, what more experienced Toa would do. They needed to gather intelligence, but how? Nuparu could sneak in, but that would only get them so much. Stealth wasn’t invisibility, after all. He wouldn’t be invisible. Hahli could potentially find a way in with her Kanohi making her imitate something else, some Rahi, but he wasn’t sure what she could do, exactly. It frustrated Jaller to have to make calls like this with so little information, so few clues on what they could do next. “I think we should just disrupt them, and make a move.” Hewkii said simply. Kongu nodded, “I’m with Hewkii.” “Wait, this isn’t a vote.” Jaller interrupted. “I think it should be.” Hahli said, rising to her feet and walking to stand beside Jaller, “After all, we’ve all gone through the same experiences. We all know how hard situations like this can be. I think we should vote, to make it fair.” He knew she was right. Jaller hated to admit that, but he knew it. He knew they would have to put it to a vote. A vote, however, seemed…childish to him. This was a life-or-death situation, as well as an intelligence gathering mission. They had a duty to do, and couldn’t afford mistakes. “Fine.” Jaller finally agreed, “We’ll vote.” He looked to the Toa of Stone, “Ok then, Hewkii’s idea is to just attack and disrupt them. My plan is to sit, wait, and watch until we have more information. Now, Nuparu, would you like to begin?” He questioned. The Toa of Earth nodded, “I’m with Hewkii.” Jaller’s gaze drifted to Kongu, who nodded, “Hewkii.” He went to Hahli next, “Hewkii.” Hewkii smiled and nodded, “Myself, of course.” “And that means I’m outnumbered here.” Jaller sighed, shaking his head, “If Matoro were here…” He muttered, then looked up, ignoring that statement, “Ok, fine then. We’ll use your plan, Hewkii. Everyone just be ready for anything.” They all nodded to him and began to check weapons. When they were fully armed, fully equipped for the battle, they rushed out from their spot. Up ahead was a group of three bruisers, three Skakdi, and a Vortixx. There were small groups scattered around the pit, but this was the closest, the only one in range, the only one who would see the attack coming. No backup would help. Hewkii immediately let loose with his Kanohi, removing the gravity from around all of them, making them float upwards. Before they could even give a cry, Kongu formed a bubble of air around them, cutting off their words. Nuparu leapt forward and swung his sword, sending a shockwave rippling through the air. The shockwave smashed into the bubble, throwing the various warriors aside, smashing them into the ground. Some began to rise, some stayed down for the moment. Jaller noticed that a group was missing. He knew that they weren’t being attacked by that group, since there was no sign of reinforcements for the enemy squad. He wondered what became of them, but ignored it for the moment. Jaller leapt forward, slashing his large sword down on a Skakdi. The Skakdi lifted his arms up, using his claws to catch the blade. He stumbled back with Jaller, struggling to hold off the Toa of Fire. Jaller grinned and pulled back. He span around, jabbing the flat of his sword right into the Skakdi’s face. As the bestial warrior stumbled back, Jaller lunged forward, getting past his defenses. He rammed his sword home, dropping the Skakdi to the ground in a heap of death. Nuparu dodged past a bruiser’s punch. He rolled behind him and flicked a wrist, activating his powers. A fist made of earth came up, smashing into the bruiser, offsetting his footing. Nuparu span around, slashing his sword into his foe’s back, using both a cut and a shockwave to bring the bruiser down, nearly splitting him in half. Hewkii leapt forward, using his spear to drive his bruiser foe back. When the dimwitted bruiser attacked, Hewkii dodged to the side and lashed his chains out, wrapping them around the warrior’s neck. When the shocks brought him to his knees, Hewkii released them and kicked him aside, waiting for another strike. This time, Hewkii leapt into the bruiser’s defenses. By the time he realized what was happening, the spear had found its way into his chest, bringing him down, permanently. Hahli danced gracefully back and forth, evading the attacks of the Skakdi she faced. When he plowed a kick right into her midsection, she grabbed him with her right hand. She drew up her left, protosteel claw, and plunged it into his chest, quickly ending his life. She tore the weapon out and span around, pointing it to Kongu, who was using his powers to keep the last bruiser busy, while the Vortixx watched them, and then started to walk towards the pit. “Stop her!” Jaller shouted. Hewkii and Nuparu rushed after the female Vortixx. When they caught her, she used quick speed to plant two good kicks into their midsections, throwing them to the ground. Both rose to their feet to attack again, but neither got through to her body. While Hahli extended her powers to Kongu, he followed suit, extending his into hers. When the powers collided, a storm erupted from the point of impact, ripping the bruiser’s armor apart, nearly ripping him in half from the concentrated nature of their strike. When his corpse fell, that left only the single Vortixx. As Hewkii used his chain to try to stop her, Nuparu leapt forward, getting past her defenses. He slammed his sword at the ground, using a shockwave to cut it apart, breaking away her footing. When she looked up, a fist found its mark in her face. Nuparu sheathed his sword and drew his shield instead. He ran forward, planting the razor edge of the weapon at her throat as he looked down at her. “You lose.” He said, slitting it. He rose from his task and looked to the others. The enemies were dead, and there were no other enemies in sight for some reason. Something felt wrong. “Let’s check the tunnel.” Jaller said, racing towards the hole in the ground. He lit his sword on fire and started down, using the flames as a method to light the path. As the five Toa descended into the darkness, they began to hear voices up ahead. They recognized one as the voice of Takanuva, but twisted enough to be Shadow Takanuva, but yet, somehow, different altogether. “You have all been chosen for the divine retribution!” The Shadow Takanuva announced, “Please, take your places, if you would.” Jaller watched as the few bruisers, Skakdi, Vortixx, and the slug-like forms of the Piraka were taken to the pit of bubbling liquid. The Shadow Takanuva pointed, which prompted everyone to begin to enter the pool. The Toa Mahri sat, hiding, watching. They were enthralled by whatever was happening, but also unnerved by what this could mean for everything. From what they had heard, Tren Krom took the body of a Shadow Takanuva, and was using it to cause havoc for the Matoran Universe, both for the Makuta and the rebels. Now he was working on his own, doing something else entirely. As the pit sizzled, he waved his arm in the air. A green mist formed from his powers, which he cast into the pit. The waters began to steam even more, and soon, began to recede. A hand came to the lip of the pit, and something began to pull itself out. This thing looked to be made of gold. It was gold skinned, humanoid, with a slightly hunched back, spine, tail, almost like a Skakdi, but with more ‘skin’ and less ‘armor’. The thing had the slight appearance of a Skakdi in the way it maneuvered, but it wasn’t actually a Skakdi. It was something of Tren Krom’s creation, something far more dangerous. The golden skinned creature was larger than Tren Krom. It was nearly ten feet tall, and ready for any fight, actually looking like it would relish one. It laughed and pointed across the room, to where the next group waited to enter into the pit. “Move.” It hissed. The beings began to move without being told anything else. With no specifics, no limits, the creature quickly said, “Stop.” The Mahri could only guess that this creature could enslave others through some form of proximity. They first wondered how this Shadow Takanuva, or Tren Krom, wasn’t possessed by this thing from his proximity. This was certainly interesting, whatever it was that this man created. Tren Krom turned and smiled, “We have uninvited guests.” He said. The golden skinned creature walked towards the stairs, where the Mahri waited. In two strides, it had covered most of the room, and was at the door. It rushed up the stairs, soon finding itself on the tip of a sword in its face. “Take another step and die.” Jaller threatened. “Sword…” The gold being said, grinning maliciously, “Sword!” It looked around at the other Toa in the group, and smiled upon seeing their weapons, “Excellent. You shall serve me well.” “Serve?” Hahli questioned. Before the gold creature could say anything else, the Mahri all felt compelled to drop their weapons, but didn’t, for fear of disrespecting their master. “Kneel.” It hissed. The five Mahri each went to a knee, bowing their heads before the golden skinned creature. It grinned viciously, about to give orders, when it stopped and turned to Tren Krom. The Shadow Takanuva stepped forward, “Ok then, orders…” He began, thinking, shaking his head when he didn’t like one. He spoke up, “Ah, here’s one. Go to the surface. We shall make our empire out there, in this new world, and we shall come up with our plans of attack after that.” The golden skinned creature nodded approvingly, “Yes, sounds good.” He looked over all of his servants, “Go! Find the fastest path and take it!” The groups began to move. The groups of various species all left together, mostly, acting as the drones they were. The Toa all left second, receiving more details, with both of their employers knowing that the Toa would have higher duties to perform, more attention to the mission, and a better chance of completing it, thanks to their powers. Tren Krom watched everyone go. He patted his creation on the back, “Soon, oh, very soon we shall be rulers. You and I, with all bowing before us on this planet, in this universe…” “I am simply honored to be of service.” The creature replied simply. “Honored? Why? Because you serve me?” Tren Krom asked. “To do this higher honor.” The gold creature simply stated.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 17, 2012 Author Share Posted January 17, 2012 Legacy 19: The Third Party—Titan of Gold! “Higher honor?” Tren Krom questioned of his creation. The gold skinned creature nodded, “Yes, to serve you.” It grinned when it looked at the Shadow Takanuva, “You see, I know who you are.” “Good, you’re supposed to.” Tren Krom replied simply. “Yes, you once ruled this universe. I am honored.” The gold creature hissed, making a small bow, “Especially since you have chosen me to go by your side.” Tren Krom gave a slight smile, “Well, I can’t simply force everyone to obey me now, can I?” He questioned. “You have the power.” The creature answered. “Power isn’t always enough.” Tren Krom said as he started up the stairs, his gold skinned creation following closely behind. “What else is there?” It asked. He turned around, “Having the ability to sway anyone to your side without a fight. Pacifying any foe and making them your subordinate. Not having to fight. Victory without combat. That’s what else there is. That is you.” “I’m a weapon?” It questioned. Tren Krom shrugged, “If you wish to view yourself as such, then sure. Do you have a problem with that?” “None at all.” It grinned, “As long as I can fight in the end…” “Oh, you’ll fight.” Tren Krom replied, “Once you learn to control your powers, you’ll fight.” “What do you mean?” It asked. “When you learn how to stop swaying through proximity, then you can fight others.” Tren Krom told it as they came into the light of Zakaz, “You see, there will be some occasions when making others your followers won’t cut it. Sometimes you’ll require a kingdom to fall to our control. Swaying the leader won’t do that. Fighting and killing the leader, however, will.” The creature flashed the grin that made it look part Skakdi, “So I can fight rulers and take their kingdoms?” It questioned. He nodded, “Yes. But not here. On the planet.” Tren Krom said, heading towards the shore, where the others were waiting for further orders, with the exception of the Mahri, who were swimming ahead, searching for a way to freedom. The creature looked at the various beings standing before it. It let out a grunt, “Get going!” It ordered. Tren Krom shook his head, “It doesn’t work that way. Recall them before they drown!” He snapped. “Stop.” The creature breathed. The beings, waist-deep in the water, stopped. They all waited further orders. “Come out of the water.” It breathed. The beings returned to shore and waited. “You see? Difficult, isn’t it?” Tren Krom asked. “It is.” It hissed, “I have to be careful about everything I say.” “I know you can master this power.” Tren Krom said, “That is why I created you. That is why I chose you as my partner.” The creature simply nodded, “Ok then, now what?” “We find a way off this island.” Tren Krom replied, “The Mahri are heading for an exit that I revealed to them. They’ll swim to it, and await our arrival on the planet. But for now, we’ll have to make a slower way.” “Where will they wait?” The creature asked. “They won’t.” Tren Krom answered. “If Makuta finds out about me, about your plans, then he’ll butcher our men!” The creature said, “You sent them to their deaths!” Tren Krom realized he had indeed made a mistake. He cursed under his breath, and then looked to the creature, “Ok, I’ll need your powers.” He put his hand on the back of his servant, “I’ll amplify your powers. You must order them to lay low on the Northern Continent!” “Understood.” The creature answered. Power flowed into his golden body, erupting around him. He could feel almost a shell of energy appearing in front of him, amplifying his powers. He sent out a telepathic signal, sending it across the vast ocean towards the five Toa who swam the depths. “It’s done.” The creature said. “Excellent.” Tren Krom replied, removing his hand from his subordinate’s back, “Now, we have to move.” He looked to the beings before him, “I’ll have the power to push through any resistance.” “Do you expect any?” The creature asked. “As far as I know, the Northern Continent is actually home to many resistance members at the moment.” He replied, “And with Makuta somewhat preoccupied outside, they believe that they’re safe. They believe that numbers can help them overwhelm any attacks that come their way, after a small disaster in the Universe Core…” “How do you know all this?” The creature asked. Tren Krom smiled, “I once controlled this entire universe. I have my methods of obtaining information, now that I’m free once more.” He replied simply, “Now, we must head for the Continent. I’ll blast a path open for us, while our warriors fight anyone I don’t get, and you take the minds of others with your powers.” “Understood.” The creature answered. “Now…” Tren Krom said, looking around. He walked towards a small dock on the island. It had been built during the past two years as methods of using the Skakdi and Zakaz. The Order of Mata Nui had constructed it for landing on the island, since the Skakdi were then allied with the mysterious organization. It also helped for the attacks on Zakaz, but now, helped to allow Skakdi to leave the island, if they constructed boats, or stole them. Tren Krom looked around, finding pieces of a broken boat. He pulled the wood out and threw it into the water. He pointed a finger at the wooden fragments, using his powers to telekinetically lift them, and then used other powers to meld the wood together, both regenerating wood to make the pieces longer, and using his powers to burn it together into a sea-worthy craft. He set the large boat into the water, and motioned for the others to come to him. As they began to climb into the boat, he looked back. He noticed that few Skakdi actually remained on the island, that many were actually spread out, fighting for the Makuta. He ignored it and got into the boat himself. He focused his powers, unleashing the Shadow powers of the Toa’s body he inhabited, propelling them faster through the water. The Toa Mahri laid low. Anyone could notice them, recognize them, and then would have to fight them when they realized that they were no longer on the same side. The Toa didn’t want to blow their cover yet, to reveal their allegiance yet. They hid, as ordered. Somehow their golden master had ordered them to remain in hiding, even from Zakaz. They didn’t know how, but that put them even more in awe of the being. “What should we do?” Hewkii questioned, looking out at the massive numbers of troops on the Northern Continent. They were near the northern shore, but yet, there were still so many at this position. It was likely that they were spread over the entirety of the landmass, but even this many was still a small fraction compared to the entirety of the resistance army, as far as they could tell. They would have to fight these potentially thousands of men, nearly one hundred times over. Such an army was too massive for five Toa to defeat. “You want to use gravity?” Jaller questioned. “I would like to, if it wouldn’t reveal us.” Hewkii answered. “Getting too nervous?” Hahli asked, “Got to keep moving?” He nodded, “Yes! We need to obey the original orders! We must get to the planet!” “Well we have new orders now.” Nuparu said, “We have to wait for our master.” “What’s that?” Kongu questioned, pointing out to the sea. They all turned, watching as a boat shot through the water. In the bow they could see a flash of gold. Their master was coming! The Toa all waited anxiously for his arrival. When the boat finally reached the landmass, and the beings on board got off, the Toa almost threw themselves at their golden ruler. They were relieved to see him, to know that they would still have a life to live by simply doing what he told them to. The creature grinned when he saw the Toa. He looked out at the massive forces laying in wait for them beyond. He looked to the Toa again, “You five will fall in with us. Tren Krom here will take the lead and blast them away. You’ll help him with your powers. If anyone swears their allegiance, spare them. They’ll help clear the way. Understood?” The five Toa fell to a knee and bowed their heads, nodding to him in reply. “Excellent.” The gold creature smiled. He began to walk out, Tren Krom before him, the Toa flanking him, and the other beings falling in around them. The army began to take notice of the approaching forces. The sight of a Shadow Takanuva spurred them into action. They began to launch attacks, but the Shadow Takanuva was able to block or deflect each attack with some power each time. Sometimes it was an actual shield, sometimes it was a blast of Shadow, sometimes a blast of something else completely. They noticed five Toa with the Shadow Toa. The Toa were launching attacks into their ranks, signifying themselves as enemies. Then they noticed the golden being. Some rushed to join the fight; some simply attacked their fellows, hoping that the gold creature would be pleased. Soon the army was turning on itself as the golden creature’s powers worked their magic. “How much farther?” The gold creature asked. “We’ll cross the entire Northern Continent.” Tren Krom answered, blasting a group aside with his various powers, all mixed into one, “Now, just keep moving.” He looked to the sky, wondering if Makuta would realize what was happening. “How far south?” The creature asked. “When did I mention the south?” Tren Krom questioned. “I figured we were heading there.” It answered, “I grow smarter all the time. You gave me that ability, remember?” “I guess I did.” Tren Krom replied, “Well then, put that intelligence to use. What is there in the south? Where is it?” “A way out of here.” The creature replied, “A way to the planet. And the farthest south, in either of the Southern Chains. The feet of the robot. We’ll get out through the feet.” “Exactly.” Tren Krom replied, cutting a foe down with a disintegration blast from his left palm, “Now, start sending men up ahead to find a boat for us. We’ll need a large one.” “Understood.” He replied, motioning for various men who would blend in to move out. When they left, it only left the Mahri and the few surviving members of the initial group to protect the golden skinned tyrant. Somehow, as nearly half an hour passed, Tren Krom was able to speed their progress with his powers, and thanks to the help of finding a Kakama wearer, and taking his Kanohi. He managed to use his powers in combination with the mask to speed everyone in the group, allowing them to travel much faster. Fortunately, they avoided the Toa Nuva and anyone else of great power, fighting mostly the endless waves of infantry, taking as many as they could as their own warriors. When they reached the shore, they saw that their scouts had already arrived and procured a few boats for them. Utilizing all of the boats, the men got onboard, and started out, using the Kakama and Tren Krom’s powers to speed them along once more. In another half an hour, they were at the Southern Islands, at the very southern tip. Getting onto the island, the forces made their way towards a cave that had an odd, almost ethereal light emanating from it. This was their way to the planet. The golden creature stalked towards the cave, grinning like a Skakdi. He turned to all of the others, and threw his arms out. “My people! Now is the time when we take command of this planet! We shall become rulers, conquerors! You shall be my warriors, my closest ring of guardians. With your help, this planet shall bow before myself and Tren Krom! You shall all take a seat of power someday, for I shall always remember your sacrifices, your hardships, in the act of protecting me, helping me to survive. Now, let us embrace our destiny!” Cheers erupted from the men, except for Tren Krom. He stood, watching, smiling to himself, knowing that his victory would be at hand soon. He knew that the planet would fall after Makuta and his foe were dealt with. When it was just normal beings again, then he could take command, with the help of his golden subordinate. “Very nice, very touching. Good effort, but it’s too late.” A voice boomed out of nowhere. “Makuta…” Tren Krom hissed. “I found you!” The voice laughed, “I have a moment, a break in the combat. So, imagine my surprise when I felt such an odd disturbance within myself, so much fighting despite having few men actually inside of me at this moment, and nowhere near the combatants, or the combat itself. I found your golden buddy, that unnatural feeling that I feel. I’m going to kill him, and then I’ll deal with the rest of you!” Makuta screamed out. “Run!” The golden being shouted, rushing for the cave, rushing for freedom. His subordinates began to scatter, unsure of where to run. Some ran after him, some ran towards the ocean. Men began to drop from unseen deaths. Chaos reigned around them, around Tren Krom, who was unaffected by Makuta’s powers. He glanced towards the cave, watching the Mahri run in pursuit of their master. As far as Tren Krom knew, he had escaped, at least. “Makuta, are you quite finished?” Tren Krom simply asked. “I wish I could kill you as well.” Makuta hissed. “I know. It just burns you up that I can survive, doesn’t it?” Tren Krom mocked. “I will see you dead, Tren Krom!” Makuta shouted. “I doubt that.” “I will be sure you die. I’ll have every one of my minions hunt you, if need be.” “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have more powers than your minions do. I have more powers than you do, even.” Tren Krom laughed, “So, how do you plan on having minions kill me?” “I’ll find a way.” “Good luck with that.” Tren Krom said, walking towards the cave, “Once I leave, you’ll never find me. And don’t think about trying to step on me. It won’t work.” “I realize that.” Makuta answered. “Good then.” Tren Krom said, vanishing from Makuta’s perspective as he appeared on the harsh desert planet itself. The Toa Mahri wandered around the dunes, having fallen away from the foot the moment Makuta moved. He had taken a slight stumble back when they left, thus putting them farther away from where their master left at. Now it was a race for them to find him, before he would be killed. “He can’t die.” Jaller insisted. “You’re right.” Hahli said, “Nobody can fight him. They’ll be his.” “What if he realizes he doesn’t need us?” Hewkii asked nervously. “He’ll always need us.” Kongu said. “Really?” Nuparu questioned, “He could replace us with many warriors.” “Enough.” Jaller said, gazing out at the vast desert before them, “We have a lot of ground to cover, let’s stop talking and move!”Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 19, 2012 Author Share Posted January 19, 2012 Legacy 20: Tahu and Nektann—For the Armor! Tahu ran through the heat of the desert world of Bara Magna. Being a Toa of Fire, he was used to the heat. He had his two pieces of the Golden Armor, and was making his way back to the rendezvous point. He could see the constant battle between Makuta Teridax and Mata Nui raging not far away, but at the same time, a very far distance away. Their massive sizes made it disorienting to figure out the distance. Tahu slowed to a walk when he saw something up ahead. It was a golden gleam. He could feel the Golden Armor lying ahead of him. Another piece was waiting. He raced towards it, keeping his two pieces in his pack on his back. As soon as he reached the spot, he noticed that the piece that was sitting there, waiting for him, was a Golden Hau. It reminded Tahu of the old days. Of around three years ago, when he and his team first awakened on the island of Mata Nui. They fought Rahi and Makuta himself, and then obtained golden versions of their Kanohi masks. This Golden Hau of the Golden Armor was like a window into the past for him. He wasn’t the nostalgic sort, but this took him back. He wondered what it would do for him. He wondered what sorts of power it held in comparison to the Golden Hau of old that he had had. As he reached out for the rocks that the mask was jammed inside of, he realized something. This location wasn’t one of the originals. He hadn’t felt a piece of the armor in this area. Something was wrong. “Ambush.” He muttered even as steel balls slammed into his side, smashing him into the sand, sending him rolling and tumbling around, shouting in pain. He rose to his knees and pushed his hand out, bracing himself against the ground, feeling the grains of sand sift beneath him. He panted as he looked up, seeing another nostalgic figure, but a slightly different one. “You look like that Piraka…” Tahu muttered. “Piraka?” The blue armored Skakdi laughed, “I am no Piraka! I am Teridax’s servant!” ‘Piraka’ was a Matoran term meaning ‘murderer, thief’, and a whole slew of other similar words. It wasn’t a term of endearment, but one to brand people with. Nobody took this title willingly, other than a group of six Skakdi that the Toa Nuva had met on the island of Voya Nui. The Nuva had lost that battle. This Skakdi was slightly larger than any of the six that Tahu had seen on Voya Nui. This one was like the blue one they had fought, but more vicious looking. That blue Skakdi was nearly impossible to defeat, along with the black one. Tahu didn’t recall their names. “Who are you?” Tahu demanded, rising up and pushing his right hand out, igniting his flame sword for the battle. “My name is Nektann.” He hissed, taking a step forward. His grip on his scythe tightened, “Now, I was kind enough to give you my name. How about you return the kindness?” Kindness. What sort of fool did this Nektann take Tahu for? But, Tahu decided he had might as well tell his foe. Perhaps his name would mean something. After all, this Skakdi claimed to be working for Teridax, probably someone who had willingly sold his life to the Makuta. If this was true, then Tahu, as leader of the rebellion, would have meaning to him. “My name is Toa Tahu!” Tahu announced loudly, hoping that the name would have a desired effect on the situation. He could see that by the look in Nektann’s eyes that he didn’t realize that this was the rebellion leader, knowing that he was a Toa Nuva. This normal Toa stood before him now, claiming to be one of his main foes. “Toa Tahu, eh?” Nektann questioned, laughing, “You aren’t him! You’re just a normal Toa claiming to be one of our main prey! You are nothing!” “Oh, I’m nothing?” Tahu questioned, focusing his powers. He was going to set a ‘time bomb’ of his Fire powers, but then realized that it was a Nuva exclusive power, so he reconsidered wasting his time. Instead, he simply focused on Nektann’s feet, sinking into the sand. Nektann cried out as his feet were impaled by glass. The sudden shock of the pain, and of being immobile, made him lose his focus for only a moment, long enough for Tahu to dash to him, covering the distance, and slam his fist into the Skakdi’s face, throwing him free of the glass, landing him on his back in the sand. “Nice move.” Nektann hissed, rolling over onto his stomach, pushing his fists into the sand to push himself up. “No.” Tahu hissed, activating his powers again. Nektann couldn’t move. He was encased in his wrists, legs, and part of his chest, in glass. He couldn’t move. He cried out, trying to shatter the glass to get himself free before Tahu would deal with him. Tahu dashed at him again, slamming a foot into his foe’s face, snapping his head back in a brutal fashion. Nektann snapped his head back, snapping his teeth into Tahu’s ankle. Tahu cried out, using his powers to superheat his own armor, forcing Nektann to let go. Tahu dashed back, throwing up a shield with his Hau as Nektann unleashed his vision powers, sending iron balls flying from his eyes. Tahu could feel the impacts on his shield, but he was safe, at least. Nektann gave a shout, ripping himself free of the glass encasement that Tahu had trapped him inside of. He pushed himself up and raced forward, sliding through the sand, throwing a fist into Tahu’s shield. The impact reverberated through the shield. Tahu could feel it resonating, nearly breaking through. Nektann was truly powerful if he was able to do this much to Tahu’s shield. Nektann whipped around, giving a powerful backhand to the shield, stumbling Tahu to the side. The shield, being skintight, made Tahu react to blows, despite being protected. “Come on!” Nektann screamed, “Fight me!” Tahu dropped his shield and lunged forward, slamming his partially physical sword of fire into his foe, stumbling Nektann back. Nektann lunged forward, taking a sweep with his scythe, but Tahu dodged back to avoid the attack that may have bifurcated him. Tahu jumped forward, slamming a quick uppercut into Nektann’s jaw, making him stumble back. Nektann returned the favor with a slash from his scythe, catching Tahu from his right shoulder to his left hip, leaving a cut in the armor. As Tahu fell back, he threw his left hand forward. A fireball tore through the air, slamming into Nektann’s gut like a fist. Nektann’s feet left the ground, and he was thrown back, slamming into a few boulders behind him. The rocks cracked on impact and he cried out in pain. “Looks like you’re the real deal.” Nektann hissed, pushing himself away from the rocks, “Though you’re supposed to be stronger. What happened?” “I’m not going to get into a conversation with you.” Tahu said, lowering his sword, “I’d rather just fight you.” “You know we Skakdi live to fight.” Nektann hissed, “A conversation might do you some good. It might let you survive a little longer.” Tahu knew that Nektann was partially right. Skakdi lived to fight. Tahu stood no chance in a fair, one-on-one fight with this powerful Skakdi. “What are you exactly?” Tahu questioned, “You’re powerful, but so were those other Skakdi I fought before. All Skakdi are powerful…but you’re even stronger.” A grim smile came to Nektann’s face, “I’m…rather, I was a Skakdi warlord on Zakaz.” He said, “I am one of the strongest Skakdi alive. That is why my Master chose me to be one of his men on this planet, as one of his top warriors in this little rebellion.” “So, you’re a warlord.” Tahu said, “You command many more Skakdi, they all obey you because they fear you. That explains why you’re so powerful, because if you can keep that many Skakdi in line, you can surely defeat me.” “Of course I can!” “As a Toa, I’m not a pure combatant.” Tahu admitted, “I use a combination of combat and elemental powers in my fights. You, though, can only use elemental attacks in combination with another Skakdi. Being a warlord, I doubt you use an ally too often.” “That is correct.” Nektann said, “What are you getting at?” “The fact that you have to fight on your own, combined with that iron ball vision attack, means that you outclass me. You fight more with your physical powers than that vision attack, I’m sure. You outmatch me. I’ll be the first to admit it.” “Well, good then.” Nektann laughed, “Then just come at me and meet your death!” “You don’t want me to surrender?” Tahu questioned. “No.” “Why?” “Executions aren’t fun.” Nektann said, “I want you to attack me so I can kill you. The fight you put up won’t be enough, but it will be fun, I’m sure.” Tahu lowered his sword. He had a plan. “Fine then.” Tahu said, running forward. He slid forward, ducking a swing of Nektann’s scythe. He punched Nektann with his free hand, using the punch to the chest to take his Skakdi foe back. He then leapt up, slamming a kick into Nektann’s gut, knocking him even farther away. Nektann did just as Tahu had planned. He lunged forward, slashing down. Tahu rolled to avoid it, moving in at the piece of the Golden Armor. He reached out, but the iron ball attack shattered the boulders it was stuck in, sending rubble into Tahu, knocking him away, and casting the Kanohi aside. “I won’t allow that.” Nektann hissed. That wasn’t Tahu’s real plan, anyway. He dashed forward, throwing a flaming punch forward by snapping his left arm out. The flames smashed into Nektann, but the Skakdi was resilient, pushing through it, the flames whirling around him as he moved forward. He drove his scythe down, but Tahu rolled to the side, coming up behind him and plunging his sword forward. Nektann span around, pushing his scythe down to parry the attack, turning the blade sideways to catch Tahu’s attack. However, he didn’t expect Tahu to be able to change the density of his blade from a partially physical attack to an elemental attack. The flames span around the scythe on impact, plunging into Nektann, simply covering him with burns, rather than stabbing him. He cried out as the fire seeped into his organics, burning him through his armor. He stumbled back, allowing Tahu to press his advantage. He withdrew the power from his sword back into himself and threw both hands out, putting his palms together. A massive eruption of fire slammed into Nektann, encasing him within the raging heat of Tahu’s attack, keeping him trapped. The flaming cage held up enough that Nektann wasn’t able to escape. If he tried, he would be in too much pain, and would retreat back inside. Tahu rushed for the Hau, picking the golden object up out of the sand. He admired his reflection in the golden surface, and lowered his pack into the sand. He opened it, lowering the nostalgic looking golden Kanohi inside, placing it with the other two pieces he possessed. “Ahhh!” He span around, watching as the blue form of Nektann emerged from the fire. His armor seemed to be melting at spots. Tahu could smell the burning of the steel of his armor, and the burning of his organics. Nektann’s spine, being organic, was in terrible condition, and actually on fire. His molten blue armor shimmered in the heat of the day as he walked forward. Some of the sand became glass when he stepped. “I’m still here.” Nektann hissed, lifting his scythe, “That plan won’t work, Toa of Fire…” Tahu left the pack in the sand and took a step forward. With Nektann in such a condition, he figured he could use his powers to attack by actually attacking the melting armor and the flaming spine. That should work. Tahu reached out to do as such, to hopefully bring down his foe with that move, but didn’t consider Nektann’s other power. The flames began to recede back into Nektann’s body. He was absorbing it, returning himself to homeostasis. “That won’t work.” Nektann grinned, despite the fact that his armor was still melted, that his organics were still burnt and in constant pain. He put the pain away, laughing and rushing in at Tahu, lifting his scythe high. Now what could Tahu do? As a Toa, he wasn’t able to hold up in a fight like this, unlike Nektann was. He had no chances left to win if he couldn’t even use his prison to stop Nektann. His only hope was to completely overwhelm him with his Fire, but even that wasn’t a likely option… Kopaka pushed himself against some boulders, looking out over the desert landscape, watching as five familiar Toa moved away from him, searching anywhere. The battle of the two mechanical titans raged behind Kopaka. He was still in his normal armor that he had been using for the past two years. The armor that allowed him to use his powers of Ice to their maximum ability. He moved towards another boulder, keeping an eye on the Toa Mahri as they searched through the sands. His Kanohi Akaku zoomed in, allowing him to keep a better eye on the Mahri. He had no idea what had happened to them. He was involved in a massive battle, had escaped with the others after being saved by some unknown attack that had to have come from one of their comrades, and then, they had retreated. Then he had heard that the Mahri had moved through their island along with a Shadow Takanuva and other beings, fighting as they went to escape. The Mahri seemed to have gone rogue. Now, Kopaka was tracking them down. He rushed forward and slid behind another boulder, managing to stay at their sides. He could almost see into their eyes from where he was, even without the use of his Kanohi. He was close enough to hear them if he needed to. Then he saw it. He saw a golden skinned being approaching them, tall, powerfully built, almost looking like a Skakdi. This being was flanked by one of the Shadow Takanuva, but the Takanuva looked different, felt different. Kopaka zoomed in on him, realizing his core was different than anything else he had seen. It almost vibrated with power, radiated with some malicious intent. “We’ve finally found you!” Jaller exclaimed, “Master!” The golden being looked to the Shadow Takanuva. He simply nodded, and the golden being looked back, “Rise. We have work to do.” It hissed. “We must make our base.” The Takanuva said. “Yes, Tren Krom.” The golden being said, turning around and throwing his arms out. Tren Krom! This Takanuva was Tren Krom! Kopaka had to do something. If Tren Krom was free, controlling this being who had taken command of the Toa Mahri, then they both had to be eliminated. Kopaka was about to act, but then saw the golden being’s powers working. He saw a massive castle begin to form out of rock and sand, rising up, becoming solidified, rising high into the sky, but yet, hidden within the mountains around it, remaining discreet. The golden being and Tren Krom both looked to Kopaka’s location. Kopaka froze, not willing to move. He wasn’t planning…he just didn’t want to move. “Rise.” The golden being hissed. Kopaka rose, seeking only to obey.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 20, 2012 Author Share Posted January 20, 2012 Legacy 21: Gresh’s Intrusion—Join the Fight! Tahu backed away, parrying every blow of Nektann’s scythe. The Skakdi was swinging without too much aim, simply hoping to catch Tahu and slice him open, or something like that. Tahu only knew he was going to die if Nektann got his way, he didn’t suppose that Nektann had a desired way of cutting him down. Tahu rolled to Nektann’s side as the next shot came down. He leapt forward, kicking his foe in the side. As the Skakdi stumbled, he unleashed a barrage of iron balls from his eyes, smashing them into Tahu’s chest. The Toa of Fire screamed in pain as he hit the ground. His chest armor was dented, putting pressure on his internal organs. He was writhing in constant pain, unable to continue to fight. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to scream that he could no longer fight against Nektann. He wanted to admit defeat. But he couldn’t. He was a Toa. Gresh ran through the desert, his two pieces of the Golden Armor in his pack on his back. He slid to a stop, looking out over a small rocky outcrop. He could see Takanuva struggling down below, trying to continue on, but he was too wounded to do much. “Takanuva!” Gresh called, sliding down the rocks to his side. “Gresh, what is it?” Takanuva asked. “Are you ok?” Gresh questioned, gripping the Toa’s shoulder in his hand, “You look…” “Don’t mind me.” Takanuva breathed, “Look, I lost one of the pieces I had. I’m in no condition to go after it, though, as you can see.” He panted. Gresh looked out ahead. He closed his eyes, “I can feel it.” Takanuva nodded, “I’ve already felt out for it. It’s with two other pieces.” “Tahu?” “Who else?” “Unless something happened.” Gresh replied. “We have to hope nothing has.” Takanuva told him, “If something bad has happened, then we can kiss our lives goodbye.” Gresh nodded, “Yeah, you’re right.” “Look, go and find the pieces.” Takanuva said, “I’ll just lay low for now, heal as best as I can. You have to try to get the pieces to Tahu.” Takanuva slipped his pack off of his back, handing it over to Gresh, “Go, and make haste.” Gresh opened his pack, slipping Takanuva’s remaining piece of armor into his own pack. He hefted it back onto his back. He slipped his tonfa back into his hands and nodded to Takanuva as he rushed off towards the feeling of the Golden Armor in the distance. Tahu rolled aside as Nektann punched the ground. Tahu rose to his knees, throwing his right arm forward, leveling his sword at Nektann. He supported his arm with his left arm, bending it, putting it on his knee, and bracing his right arm. A massive eruption of fire erupted through the air, slamming like a fist into Nektann, slamming him back, sliding him through the sand. As the flames died down, only a few fires were sparsely spread around the two combatants. Nektann came forward, holding his scythe to his shoulder, getting ready to attack with it. The fire did nothing. Tahu was panting. He was used to expending a lot of his power as of late, ever since leading the rebellion within the Matoran Universe, but he was always a Toa Nuva. Now he was a Toa Mata once more. He didn’t have the power he once had. Nektann lunged forward, slamming a kick into Tahu’s chest. Tahu cried out, considering his organs had already been hammered by the iron ball attack from Nektann. This was all of Nektann’s muscle thrown into it, though, rather than just an optical attack that had only momentum behind it. This was in pain on a whole new level. “Do you really think you can still stand a chance against me?” Nektann questioned, “Or are you finally ready to just die?” “I’m not going to die.” Tahu hissed. His body began to glow with power as he focused everything he had into one final attack. He was ready to unleash a Nova Blast and kill Nektann. But what if he died? What if the attack killed him as well? Then the Golden Armor would be useless. There would be no wearer, no one who could tip the scales in Mata Nui’s favor. All would be lost. “What will it be?” Nektann questioned, “I’ve fought enough to be given enough information on what you’re doing.” He pointed with his left hand, “You’re going to unleash all of your power in one final attack, one last ditch effort to kill me. I don’t recall what it’s called.” “A Nova Blast.” Tahu hissed. “Yes, that’s it.” Nektann said, “Are you going to try it?” “I have no other choice.” Tahu hissed. “I can probably survive. If you don’t kill me with that attack, however, I’ll get into your defenses and kill you. Or, you could also die in the process.” “But chances are you will die in this attack.” Tahu said, “Are you really willing to bet that my attack will be stopped by your abilities?” “Are you willing to bet you can survive using the attack?” Nektann questioned. The two remained in their standoff. They began to circle each other, with Tahu still ready to unleash an attack at any moment. He was still considering if he should use his Nova Blast, or if he shouldn’t. Life or death could await at either gate. If he used it, he could die. If he used it, he could survive and win the battle. If he didn’t use it, he would most likely die. Now what? Tahu leapt forward, rolling under Nektann’s slash. He slammed both feet into Nektann’s gut, knocking him back. He rolled around, span and slashed his foe across the chest with his physical flame sword, sending Nektann rolling. Nektann came up, unleashing a blast of his iron balls. Tahu threw a shield up and threw his arms in front of his chest as he slid back. As soon as the barrage ended, he threw his arms out to his sides, unleashing a torrent of fire into Nektann’s chest, sliding him back as well. “How much more can you take?” Nektann questioned, moving in on him, “Have you realized the fate that awaits you?” “My fate won’t be as bad as yours.” Tahu hissed, finally making a decision. He would go Nova. As his body began to flicker with power, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Ahead of him he could see Nektann rushing him. Nektann never saw the green figure dashing into the battle. He turned, shouting in surprise as a tonfa slammed into his chest, digging the blade into his chest. The second blade came into his spine, slashing into his main organic section. Nektann screamed in pain, absolute pain, falling to the ground. Gresh span around, slamming a kick into Nektann’s face, knocking him to the ground. Gresh leveled the tip of one of his tonfa into Nektann’s face. He glared down at the powerful Skakdi warlord. “You’re used to battling Toa, battling those who use powers.” Gresh hissed, “Are you ready to fight someone like you? A true combatant?” Nektann began to laugh, “Of course I’m ready! I’ll finally have a real challenge!” “Then let’s begin.” Gresh hissed, leaping back. Nektann, instead of heading back, rushed headlong into battle, holding his scythe low, ready to sweep up with it. Gresh watched him with his single eye, watching the blue armored bundle of anger rushing at him. Gresh smiled to himself. This was almost going to be too easy. As the scythe swung up, Gresh slammed one tonfa down, parrying it. He shot his other tonfa forward, slamming the flat into Nektann’s face. As Nektann stumbled, Gresh kicked him in the chest, knocking him onto his back. Gresh stepped onto his wrist, holding the scythe down, putting one of his tonfa to the Skakdi’s throat. “You see, you aren’t so hard.” Gresh said, “You’re mediocre compared to we Glatorian!” “What?” Nektann hissed in rage. “You see, we Glatorian lived on this desert planet for over one hundred thousand years. We know hard living, we fight for resources, fight for the right to live every day.” “That is what the Skakdi are!” Nektann shouted, “We fight for our lives every day! We even fight against most of the universe for our Master in order to survive now!” “Yes, but you see…” Gresh almost laughed in his face, “There is one big difference. You have powers. You don’t rely on your bodies alone, but rather, your powers and strength. You fight beings with powers, mostly. In wars, ranged attacks are your best bet. “In our Core War, we fought with firearms and energy weapons as often as we could. Any war has physical combat. Yours, ours, any other wars as well.” Gresh shrugged, “But I think we can all agree that most war comes down to ranged combat.” “Get onto your point.” Nektann hissed. “Do you know how we survived? How we lived?” “How?” Nektann hissed, trying to get to the end of his discussion with Gresh. “We fought, every day, for the right to live. We would fight in serious, pitched combat until one fighter could no longer continue, and then we would fight again, and again, and again…we had no rest, we had no powers. We fought with our bodies day in and day out in an unforgiving desert.” Nektann laughed in his face, “Do you really think that you foolish fighters can possibly defeat the likes of a warlord like me? You make a point, but you forget that I do have power. You can’t handle the powers I can unleash!” “Yes, but it’s limited.” Gresh replied, taking a guess. Nektann growled. “Have you met the Skrall?” “Fought them.” Nektann hissed. “How did that go?” “Many losses.” Nektann replied. “I’ll assume you lost many forces.” Gresh replied smugly, “You see, I defeated them in the past. They are the best of the best, but I have the skills of the man who was superior to them. If you could barely defeat them, then how could you even think of defeating me?” He leaned in close. “I also have…powers.” “Powers? You’re a hypocrite.” Nektann hissed, his eyes burning with power, ready to release his iron ball attack. “No. I’m no hypocrite.” Gresh replied, pulling off a backflip to avoid the iron balls as they flew. As Nektann rose and lunged forward, Gresh dashed forward in a blinding flash of green, pushing all of his power into his muscles for a dash, thanks to the powers of Certavus.It was similar to a principle of Vastus’s. It would seem that Nektann didn’t realize what was happening, as evidenced by Gresh easily landing what would have been a bone-shattering blow into Nektann’s face, should Nektann have had bones. Nektann hit the ground hard, rolling away from the impact. He swayed to his feet, growling as he faced Gresh, holding his scythe tightly in hand. “You can’t win.” Gresh said, dropping into a low stance, with both tonfa before him at the ready. “You dare to get cocky?” Nektann growled. “I don’t need to get cocky. That would mean I could infer that I’m superior. I know I am. There’s a difference in that I am cocky already.” Gresh told him. Nektann let out a roar of anger and charged forward. He slid through the sand, taking wild slashes with his scythe. Gresh ducked and weaved through each one, parrying occasionally, but not too often. He was in control of both the fight, and of Nektann’s rage. It was all a game to the rookie-turned-champion Glatorian. He was making sport of how angry he could make Nektann, how much he could make Nektann lose focus of his true goal, of his true focal point. Gresh performed a backflip to avoid one slash. He leapt forward, slamming a knee into Nektann’s gut. As Nektann’s head went down, he followed up with a high knee to the face, driving Nektann back. Using his free left hand, he clutched his head wound. Gresh stood back, spinning his tonfa around his fingers instead of actually getting ready to attack. He simply waited for Nektann to make the next move, deciding to fight a defensive fight, rather than continue on the offensive. Nektann rushed forward and threw a punch. Gresh ducked his head back to avoid the blow, carefully watching out of the corner of his eye for the scythe which never came. Gresh snapped his head back and span around, driving a mule kick into Nektann’s gut. Nektann stumbled back, and then looked up as Gresh performed a roundhouse kick into his chest. “You know what?” Gresh questioned. “What?” Nektann shouted, obviously having lost all composure he might have had. It even appeared to Gresh that he had lost control of his armor’s partially melted state. It could have been the heat of the desert combined with the fact that Tahu had to have done some serious damage already with his powers of Fire. The sight of the armor made Gresh smile a condescending smile. “I’m going to end it all, right now, in one move.” Gresh said, glancing back to Tahu as the Toa of Fire started to use the distraction that Nektann now had in order to get all six pieces of the Golden Armor together into a single location behind a small rock outcropping. Tahu kept switching between watching the battle, and getting the armor ready to wear. “You really are cocky!” Nektann shouted, racing forward. Gresh shook his head, “No. I’m not cocky. I’m right. The finisher!” Gresh pushed all of his power into his muscles. He was about to push them to their limits, as he had done in the past, but this time for a much bigger threat than a single Skrall. He was going to strike out at one of the main foes that Bara Magna currently had. Pushing all of his power into his muscles, Gresh dashed forward as a blur of green once more. As he reached the blue armored figure of Nektann, he moved with such speed that Nektann would only feel the pain, not the individual blows as they came. He struck Nektann in the chest with a punch. He span around, using his momentum and speed to knee Nektann in the back. He span around to get back in front of Nektann, and sent an uppercut crashing into his jaw. As Nektann’s head went up, Gresh put his hands together and sent a double fisted slam into the back of his foe’s head, sending Nektann a step behind Gresh. Gresh span around, watching Nektann collapse into the sand. He strolled over to the downed Skakdi and drew the tonfa from his back, shaking his head. “And you were supposed to be a challenge.” He muttered. Nektann said nothing. He was defeated.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 21, 2012 Author Share Posted January 21, 2012 So, here is the last chapter. I gave warning that it only went so far, and then my flashdrive was lost/stolen. Next update will include the plans and what happened in the other chapters, as far as I remembered when I wrote that information down.Legacy 22: Blade of the Flickering Element—The Leader of the Toa Mata! Gresh walked back towards Tahu, holding his head high. He was victorious. “Nektann is down for good, I’m sure.” Gresh said, looking back, “I once used that on someone much more powerful, and I killed him as an…indirect result.” “Indirect?” Tahu questioned. “Well, after that, I cut him down with his blade.” Gresh shrugged, “Close enough.” “I guess it is close enough.” Tahu agreed, walking over with the Golden Armor in a single pack, ready and waiting in his arms. He looked back, at the battle between Teridax and Mata Nui, “We should head closer before I put it on.” Gresh nodded his agreement, “You’re right. We don’t know what it’ll do, other than it should help turn the tide in Mata Nui’s favor.” “We can only hope.” Tahu replied, looking back, watching as Mata Nui fought valiantly, but was slowly being forced back, being defeated,overcome by the larger machine, the more powerful Makuta Teridax. “How is Mata Nui?” Tahu asked, finding a single moment of peace in the time after Nektann’s defeat, but before they would set out to continue this war for the survival of two worlds. “He’s good.” Gresh said, “But I don’t really know how he was for you guys…” “Asleep.” Tahu said. “What?” “Did he tell you stories?” “Yeah, but I don’t recall everything.” Gresh admitted. Tahu nodded, “Well, he was cast into a deep sleep for one thousand years by Makuta. We were active as the Toa Mata, but that was prior to his original awakening. After he awakened, we were put to sleep with our duty then becoming to be his destined guardians. By the time we awoke once more…he was asleep, then gone.” “So you don’t have any ideas how he was?” “Only from the stories.” “And those are?” “From what we’ve heard from many, from our village elders, from the organization created to serve Mata Nui’s will, whom we’ve joined in these past few years of rebellion…is that Mata Nui never bothered with us. He was always focused on his mission, rather than checking into his internal affairs. After all, do we pay attention to every cell, every antibody within our organics…or rather, your bodies?” Tahu tried to keep things straight, between his body being mostly mechanical with organics, to Gresh’s body that was mostly organic with a few imbedded mechanical parts. “You’re right.” Gresh replied, “We don’t pay attention to our internal affairs, unless it becomes serious, like a heart attack.” Tahu nodded, “For two differently built beings, we can at least speak fairly well.” Gresh nodded, “Yeah. Well, if that’s how he was when he ruled his own universe, things are much different now. He helped us all out, many times over, in many different ways. He would have laid down his life for any of us, really. He seems to have learned his lesson, from the things I do recall him saying to us in the past.” Tahu nodded, “Well, at least that’s good. At least he has a bond with you people, as well as the bond he has with us, as our former ruler.” “We can be assured that he’ll do everything he can to survive this fight.” Gresh agreed, “To save all of our lives.” “Now, shall we push on?” Tahu asked. Gresh nodded, “Yeah, I think it’s time we returned the favor to Mata Nui, for this fight, and went on to help him.” “I think he’ll have a hard time leaving you guys.” Tahu told Gresh. “Are you sure he’ll return to his former life?” “What has he told you?” “Like I said, I don’t recall much. We’re in such a hard battle, after all.” Gresh said, “But I have a feeling he’s going back to you guys, no doubt about it. But, like I said, I’ve been in battle mode for the past few hours, I really can’t think of anything but battle right now.” Tahu nodded, “For the past two years, that’s how I’ve felt at all hours of the day, knowing I could die at any moment, since the universe was literally against me and my rebellion.” Gresh smiled grimly, “Yeah, I know the feeling. Being thrust into a war that seems to be absurdly against you…then again, I never fought in that war, but I observed enough death to know.” “Well, let’s go.” Tahu said, turning to depart. Gresh nodded, “Yeah.” As the two began to walk away, they heard cackling behind them. They both span, watching as Nektann pushed himself up, as one leg shot out, sliding in the loose grains of sand. He was panting hard, but laughing with insanity. His melted armor seemed very appropriate for his current perceived state of mind. “Did you honestly think that would be enough?” He shouted at Gresh, “Did you really think a fool like you could keep me down?” He threw his head back in laughter, “No! This fight ends when I say it does! It ends me walking over your corpses!” The two partners stepped back, away from Nektann as the Skakdi approached them, holding his scythe tightly in his grip. After so much punishment from the both of them, he was still standing, still eager and able to fight. And to think the Skrall were able to nearly kill him. If warriors who lived only to fight couldn’t finish him off, then how could Gresh and Tahu do it? “I’ll use the Golden Armor.” Tahu told Gresh. Gresh shook his head, “I still have a few tricks left.” He assured Tahu. “Wasn’t that last attack your finishing attack?” Tahu questioned. “It was.” Gresh confirmed, “The greatest warrior this planet has ever known…I read his book of techniques, I learned everything he had to offer. I even learned his finishing move, the attack I just used on him. It should never have failed to utterly defeat a foe, if not kill them.” “So…you have nothing better, then?” Tahu questioned, reading into the description as a finishing move too seriously. “I do have a plan or two…three, left.” Gresh said, correcting himself to give an exact number, “Only if all of them fail can you try.” Tahu nodded, “Understood.” He said in a very militaristic manner. Gresh glanced back at him, “The leader of the rebellion, taking orders from me, a young soldier.” “Older than me.” Tahu said. “Our lifespans are both very long, but you’d still be my elder.” Gresh said. Tahu nodded, “Yeah, I guess I would be.” He said, “Ok, let’s see what you can do.” Gresh nodded, walking towards Nektann. He put his twin tonfa together into a shield, holding it in his right hand. He waited for Nektann to make the first move. Nektann let out a cry and rushed forward, holding his scythe high. As it came down, Gresh threw his shield up, as if he were in an arena battle, as he had been a few years ago. He started to miss those simpler days of fighting for resources. He pushed back and pressed forward, slamming the flat into Nektann’s chest and face. He then span around, delivering a side kick into Nektann’s chest, making him stumble back another few steps. Gresh leapt forward, throwing the shielded punch into Nektann’s face. Nektann retaliated, as Gresh planned, and the scythe came slicing down. Gresh parried up and to the side, using the impact to rattle it in Nektann’s hand. He pressed forward, using his left arm to knock Nektann’s right arm aside so the scythe was clear. Gresh slammed a heel kick into Nektann’s gut, knocking him onto his back in the sand. Gresh pounced, slamming a rapid series of punches into Nektann’s face. The Skakdi’s eyes began to burn with power. Gresh quickly performed a backflip to avoid the iron ball attack. He slid in the sand and threw his shield in front of his body as the balls slammed at him, hammering his shield, almost making him lose his grip. Tahu stood back, ready at any moment to get the Golden Armor onto his body, to use all of his power to assist Gresh in this battle. He was sure of the young Glatorian’s will to battle, the will to live. The will to succeed, to win. To destroy Nektann. Gresh threw his arms to his sides and raced forward. He rolled under another attack, and came up, shooting his leg up into Nektann’s gut, knocking him back a handful of steps. Gresh pushed himself up and span around, backhanding Nektann in the side of the face. As he stumbled, off balance, Gresh came forward with a high knee, smashing it into Nektann’s jaw. “Right, you guys don’t have bones.” Gresh muttered, waiting to hear the satisfying snap. Even though he and Tahu had just spoken partially on anatomy minutes ago, he couldn’t recall it anymore. He was a real warrior now, he believed. All he could think of was battle. He couldn’t even think of a minute’s old conversation. All he could recall was anything involving battle, anything that would help him to win. “You really think you hold a candle to me?” Nektann shouted, racing forward. He threw a left jab as hard and fast as he could, smashing it into Gresh’s gut, sending the Glatorian into the sand. Gresh, however, had bones. He was sure some ribs might have been broken in that attack. Gresh coughed hard, resting on his left elbow, trying to prop himself up. He had to change tactics, and fast. He threw himself to his feet and threw his shield to Tahu. He glanced back, “I’ll alert you if I require it.” Tahu nodded in reply, and Gresh rushed off. He needed to quickly change styles if he wanted to win. He was going back to Muay Thai, as he had used when he had been defeated around one year ago by Saga of the Holy Spherus Magna Empire. Such a brutal, unexpected style should help him. Gresh leapt forward, driving a knee into Nektann’s gut. He span around, elbowing him in the head. He completed the rotation, driving his other elbow into the center of Nektann’s face, and then the other one again into the side, back and forth a few times. He changed, driving the knee into his foe’s gut, and then he leapt, changing knees, smashing his other one into the bottom of his foe’s jaw. He changed, spinning behind Nektann, and slamming him with a double fisted slam to the back of the head. Nektann stumbled forward, allowing Gresh to face Tahu as he turned to face Nektann. He nodded to Tahu, “Here’s number one!” He shouted, “Truly one of my last-ditch techniques. One I haven’t used in years. One that I’ve only ever used so that I know how to use it. A technique made forbidden in the arena, even with the Skrall threat. A technique that I can only use now, since this is truly a battle of life and death, unlike the Holy Spherus Magna Empire.” As much as he had wanted to against the likes of Saga and Lokaju, he couldn’t use this technique. It could easily end up leaving him dead; shattering his leg to such an extent that he could never fight again. In this situation, with so much on the line, Gresh was willing to risk it, using it before he would use it before the Heaven’s Disaster, even. After all, he didn’t need legs for the Disaster, only for his foe to be within striking range. And with all of the fighting he had done so far over the course of the day, he wasn’t sure he would stand a Disaster. He wasn’t sure he could survive using one, if it would drain him so much. This was the safest option for him, despite the dangerous implications. Gresh reached down to his right leg, peeling back a piece of armor. He drew the dagger from the small of his back and plunged it into his flesh, letting the armor plate fall back, now that the dagger was there to keep it open. He dug around until he found something hard that wasn’t bone. Rather, it was an implant. An important implant that he had obtained shortly after the Core War. It wasn’t made for physical combat. It was made for vehicles. This made it exceedingly dangerous for him to use. “Exceed Charge…” He muttered as he withdrew the dagger and sheathed it. He drew his body back, kept his right leg out, and drew his arms to his sides, extending them out, but bending them at the elbow. He faced his side partially at Nektann, getting ready to spring forward, as his left leg was behind him, his right leg charging with power, starting to burn with energy. The armor along his leg became yellowish in color, rather than green. Nektann looked up, and Gresh was upon him. Gresh pushed off with his leg and threw his right leg out. The power-filled kick came crashing through the air, smashing into Nektann’s chest, making the Skakdi warlord scream in absolute pain as his body was being punctured by a pure energy kick, powered by a device made to make vehicles perform at a higher peak. Nektann slammed into the ground, staying down. Smoke rose from the impact point, and they were sure that Nektann was finally defeated, even as Gresh landed on his knees, screaming in pain, feeling his right leg, only to find that it was broken, shattered. “I guess that ends my involvement…” Gresh muttered. Tahu was rushing over to him, crouching by him, “You ok?” “Yeah, I’m…” Nektann cried out as he rose again, swaying as he came to his feet. He stalked forward, holding his scythe in hand, laughing as he was ready to finally end it. “That should have…” Gresh muttered, shaking his head, holding his hand out for the shield. Tahu handed it to him without question. Nektann raced forward, holding his scythe high. He gave a wild battle cry as he closed the distance. Gresh punched forward with the shield. Power slammed into Nektann, but didn’t stop him, just as it hadn’t stopped Vastus. As Nektann plowed into him, they both rolled. Tahu rolled aside; ready to use the armor, but Gresh had one move left. Nektann pounced again, only to meet the tip of a tonfa into his chest, and an explosion of power that actually threw him back. A true Heaven’s Disaster, the one that had defeated Vastus in what seemed like a lifetime ago. “Three…” Gresh muttered, collapsing, panting, just hoping and praying that it had been enough. His Exceed Charge kick hadn’t done it, his original Disaster hadn’t, his true Disaster had to have done it. Tahu rushed to Gresh’s side, and looked up, “You did it.” He said, patting his ally on the back. He looked up again at the sound of Nektann’s laughter. It wasn’t over. “Is he…a demon?” Gresh muttered, pounding his fist into the sand in rage. As Nektann approached, Tahu rose, drawing the six pieces of armor out. He attached the two pieces of arm armor, the piece of chest armor, the pommel, gave himself the shield, and then, he placed the Golden Hau onto his face. Power erupted around Tahu’s body. The armor extended, giving him leg armor, thigh armor, and expanding his existing gold armor. He charged forward, energy erupting around his body. “This is finally the end!” He screamed at Nektann, sliding forward, getting ready to attack. Tahu threw his head back, his back arched. He screamed in pain as energy erupted around his body. Not from an external source, but from the Golden Armor itself. It was repelling Tahu. Nektann slammed a fist into Tahu, throwing him down. He laughed, pouncing on him, discarding his scythe. He continued to punch and pound on Tahu, laughing the entire time. It was about to end. Nektann stepped back, getting ready to use his scythe this time. He lifted it, but the Golden Armor exploded from Tahu, flying past Nektann. The Skakdi turned around, looking at a blue and white armored Toa of Lightning, wearing a Kanohi Faxon, carrying the Power Lance on her back. In her right hand was a flickering, lightning sword, similar to Tahu’s sword. The flickering sword of elemental power acted as herald as the Golden Armor floated around her, as she stepped forward, shaking her head, showing off her familiar looking body, “Now, do you really think you could wear this armor?” She questioned of Tahu, “The armor meant for the leader of the Toa Mata?”Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grey Snow Posted January 22, 2012 Author Share Posted January 22, 2012 Well, here's what happened in the last chapters:(Just my notes to myself, not as proper as the other ones will be)The Toa was named Lyn, by the way. Danish for "Lightning". She was created by Artakha, but he couldn't finish her, so sent her to another dimension and made Tahu instead. She was since finished and living, and sent to this world, her home. She saved Kopaka's group in one chapter with a lightning attack (Kopaka's Gamble?), and now is claiming her leadership from Tahu.Legacy 23: Leader of Lightning—The Seventh Mata!-Lyn joins the fight properly with Tahu questioning everything, and Artakha appearing and informing him of what’s happening. Lyn destroys Nektann’s weapons and nearly burns him to death with lightning. He encourages her to try, due to his power. She hammers him and hammers him, then uses the golden power for good measure, making sure he can’t absorb and reverse fast enough.Legacy 24: Light and Dark—Universes Collide!-Shadow Taka fight Light Teridax. Real Teridax kills Light.On his way to Metru Nui to take a shot at Teridax. Ends up on a Northern Continent village, butchers a squad of Shadows, and then hides when he realizes a squad approaches. Instantly kills most with his telekinetic/kinetic powers from his world, and fights a Skakdi of Lightning. Has the power to cover his body with any substance he touches, so Teridax hits him with protosteel, so he can’t wound him anymore. He figures it out, covers him completely, and buries him. Neck snaps from weight. As he continues, real Teridax comes after him, saying he’s too good to live, and kills him.Legacy 25: An Old Grudge—Tahu vs. Kopaka!-Tahu departs for a bit and meets Kopaka. They battle while the Mahri watch and the gold creature watches, enjoying it.Tahu and Lyn feel something off and head off to the gold creature’s castle. They confront Tren Krom and gold. The Mahri are about to attack, but Kopaka is sent instead. Tahu fights and lets himself be defeated, hoping that if he dies then Kopaka will break free. Lyn realizes this and tries to stop Tahu.Legacy 26: The Golden Zealot—The Monstrous Fusion Battles!-The creature battles Lyn, unaffected because she wears the armor, after it takes Tahu, but he’s too battered to do anything.Kopaka wins, but Lyn saves Tahu. She defeats Kopaka and the other Mahri come down. Fights and beats them all. Gold takes control of Tahu, but can’t get Lyn because of the armor. It fights her with monstrous strength and speed, but she kills it. Fights Tren Krom, but uses the armor to banish him back to the MU.Legacy 27: Final Fight Part 1—Ultimatums and Unity!-The Taka’s fight in Bara Magna (below). Only with help can Takanuva overcome them. Ultimatum is MN joins Teridax or he corrupts every Matoran in the MU instantly with his powers, making sure the universe can never be “saved”.In Arena Magna with large supplies of explosives. Taka kills them all before they can use explosives for whatever the plan is. Teridax threatens MN, but he says Teridax would have already. He’s about to, but MN keeps hitting him, stopping him from enough concentration.Legacy 28: Final Fight Part 2—Destruction and Duty!-Mountains are destroyed as the two robots fight. Mata Nui and Teridax fight in their fake bodies then and the fight starts to end at the chapter’s end.Brutaka and Axonn arrive at Metru Nui, mention the Bahrag were captured, and meet with Lesovikk before entering the city. Hydraxon joins them, as does Trinuma inside already. They fight their way through, killing anything in their path, and killing the special Rahkshi commanding the ground forces, causing problems in the ranks outside. Get to Core Room to find Helryx.Legacy 29: Final Fight Part 3—Danger and Destiny!-Teridax is killed. Mata Nui returns to his body and begins to repair his universe. His residents return, and he departs. Bara Magna looks on as he goes, and the world is drawn back together with the help of the Ignika’s powers. Finale.Click is thrown by Ackar to MN. Duel. Life vs. Shadows, MN uses his attacks as a distraction for the prototype drop. Inside, Helryx says she sees everything and will kill Teridax if MN fails to by destroying the body’s machinery. The others wait outside the barrier. When it ends, they return to the MU as MN flies off, giving his warning that if the Skrall don't leave everyone in peace, he will be back and slay them all. He wants a democracy. Of course, he is only bluffing.I was also attempting to lead up to another epic that I decided not to write, where the Great Beings go to war with Bara Magna many years later. I was trying to lead up in this epic (I think I was) about the Great Beings not being benevolent, but actually malevolent and hiding their true intentions. It would have been interesting, and I have the notes I wrote out for anyone interested. Just say so in the review topic.Review Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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