Posted Feb 06 2012 - 06:18 PM
Chapter 11: The Strongest Power, Part 1 Chalice, Toa of Storms, appeared with orange armored feet, gray legs with orange armor above the knees. On top of this was light brown armor, with a gray body above. Overlaying his chest was orange armor, where the center of the chest had yellow armor over the top. His arms were covered in primarily brown armor, with some yellow just below the shoulders, and yellow armored hands. He had brown neck armor along with a sleek, brown Kanohi mask. In his right hand he carried a large mace-like weapon. The thick end span around as he would generate his powers, and below the hand there was a curved part of the shaft, with a blade on it. The longer blade continued down at a bit of an angle, while the shorter came out just a bit farther past the hand. In a moment, he transformed into his Nova form, utilizing the remaining powers of the Nova energies to transform him from a normal Toa into much more. Now his orange armored feet were more defined and larger, with yellow ankles and gray legs, with the same orange and brown armor as well. His chest was still gray, with a thick piece of bladed orange armor just off of the legs over his lower chest, while he had a rounded piece above that, ending around his breast area. He had a brown neck, leading up to a sleek orange Kanohi mask. His arms started with brown armor as before, but were now more muscular looking below. He had yellow armor just above the elbows, and yellow gauntlets. His weapons were two curved and serrated shortswords, curved out with the serrated blades facing out, the actual blades of the weapons on the inside. Garren became a blue and white armored Toa of Crystal. His feet were white, and then his legs blue, with white armor overlaying just before his knees. He had light gray armor after his knees, with blue overlaying. He had white armor low and blue high on his chest, with a larger white sheet of armor overlaying it all. His arms were blue with larger white overlay, and then white with gray gauntlets. His neck was white, with a blue and silver streamlined Kanohi with a fanged mouth. In each hand he wielded the same weapon; a hooked blade curling down, with the actual blade on the inside, for more of a blunt punch. In a moment, however, he began to change into a Toa Nova. He had wide and strong blue feet, with white armor going up to his knees. Just above his feet he had bladed blue armor curving over the sides, hanging down. His armor above his knees was light gray, with blue armor on the sides, sleek in design. He had white armor, then blue on his upper chest. He had a large white and slightly clawed piece of armor overlaying his entire chest, with blue armor on his upper arms, blue lower arms, and gray hands. He had white claw armor curling back off his upper arms, and white armor overlaying his inner arms after the elbows. He had the same sleek silver and blue Kanohi, but it was larger, more ‘mature’, with larger fangs and more detail. In each hand he held a shield-like weapon of two curled blades, creating what could be called a square, utilizing them as a cutting, punching and defensive weapon in each hand. Then there was Larc, Toa of Water. Light blue, wide feet with small claws with dark blue, thin legs rose up to the light blue armor above the knees, with triple bladed fins running down. She had dark blue chest armor, with a wider piece of dark blue armor over the top. Her arms were light blue armor with wider, flat dark blue armor on the sides, and muscular dark blue armored arms below the elbows. She had light blue gauntlets, a dark blue neck, and a dark blue sleek Kanohi mask. In her right hand she wielded a transparent sword with a large, almost wedge-like blade, with a sloped guard coming over her hand. But in a moment, the Nova energies were taking over, transforming her once more. As a Toa Nova, she carried more armor and a more commanding presence. She had the same feet, but her legs had become more powerfully built. She had the wide, flat armor on the sides above her knees, rather than the fins coming down. She had a wide blue piece of armor giving her more protection over her chest, with breast armor coming and sloping in. Her arms began as light blue, with thick, pointed armor above the elbows, and dark blue armor below the elbow, with light blue gauntlets yet again. She carried a double sided blade that curled out, almost like a bladed bow. She had a strong looking Kanohi mask on her face in dark blue. Not as sleek as before, but sturdier, like her armor. And with that, the new guard had arrived, and the old guard of Hoji, Rei and Eri were departing the island. “I need someone strong to go out,” Uva hissed. “So you came to me,” commented a gruff voice, “You made the best choice you could have, Uva.” “I believe Sagarc is attempting something. What, I don’t know,” commented Uva, “But whatever it is, I don’t fully trust him.” “And you think I hold no pre-standing arrangements with Sagarc or Gamel?” questioned the shadowed warrior, standing beside a large piece of coral which was currently providing him his darkness in which he thrived. Uva looked at him, his eyes studying the familiar outline of this warrior. He nodded to him, knowing that to lie to this man would mean his death. He had to admit everything, or he was doomed. Lie and be discovered, and not even his powers could save him from the wrath of Kiva. “I do fear that Sagarc could have done something, yes, I admit that,” said Uva with some reluctance, not wishing to overplay his hand should Kiva be working for Sagarc, and should Sagarc be planning some sort of coup d’état. But he had to say something, that much was a certainty. He had to say more, in order to attempt to gain the trust of this warrior, in order to attempt to sway him. “I also believe that you are our strongest warrior, Kiva,” Uva stated, “There was Agito, and someone released him. I believe it was Sagarc. He won’t admit to it, however. We’re at each other’s throats. If one Raider does something, then the others are going to jump on him as a traitor for acting without consent.” “A very bad position for all of you to be in. Teetering on the edge of life and death itself. One wrong move ends a life, either the life of the supposed traitor, or the life of the attacker, in self defense. Regardless, it comes down to speed, ability, and sharpness of one’s blade. Like all things in life. But tell me, Uva, is your blade sharper? Is your ability greater? Is your speed the highest?” “Should Sagarc attack, I could kill him,” Uva hissed in annoyance. He was the one in command here! How dare Kiva think he could talk like this to him! He was nothing but an underling! A soldier! He knew nothing of the politics, of the balance of power that the three Phantasmal Raiders held with each other! “Are you absolutely certain that you could do that?” questioned Kiva, “You may think yourself a warrior, but you are not one,” Kiva shook his head in the darkness. The outline of him against the dark shadow of the coral stood out to Uva, “You are a leader. But again, not a good one.” “Whose side are you on?” shouted Uva, lifting his weapon in threat, though he knew it would be no good. His powers also weren’t going to be enough. Kiva was faster and stronger; he would strike before Uva could do anything. “I am on my own side!” growled Kiva in anger, the tip of his blade emerging from the darkness, the silver tip showing a small shine. “Fine, fine,” Uva said, taking a few steps back, “Will you help me, however?” “I shall help you,” Kiva growled, walking out of the shadows, “What is the first move I am to make?” he questioned, ready to take orders. He was his own man, his own warrior, but he was unfamiliar with the current situation. He didn’t follow the conversations of the Phantasmal Raiders or the others. He didn’t really care. But now was his time to fight, so he would take the information and fight. “We have some knowledge to give you,” Uva told him, “Knowledge that none before you will have had.” “How is that so?” questioned Kiva with interest glazing over his crimson eyes. “That is our secret. A secret shared by the three of us Phantasmal Raiders,” stated Uva, smiling grimly, like a smug snake, “But I can give you the information that we now have. I know it will be of use.” “Then tell me,” Kiva stated. “Two days and nothing!” complained Chalice, Toa of Storms, as he returned from his patrol, shaking his head in dismay and disappointment. “You want a fight?” questioned Larc calmly, shaking her head. “How were you chosen as a Toa?” questioned Garren, Toa of Crystal, “You only want to fight! You only want danger! That’s not what being a Toa is about!” “We’re supposed to protect the Matoran. I want to do that. I can’t protect them if there’s nothing to protect them from!” Chalice shouted. “You want a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts, then?” questioned Larc, “You want a fight just so you can do your job? You can’t take relief in the fact that there are no threats, and the Matoran are genuinely safe? What’s wrong with you?” “I’m a man of action! I always have been!” Chalice said proudly, “That’s why I want something to happen!” “Something will happen soon enough,” stated Cesare as he walked towards them, Hoji’s sword on his waist. He kept his hand resting on the weapon’s hilt, as if to remember his former leader. He was the leader now. He had to keep these new Toa in line as best as he could. But he felt that Hoji could do it better. Hoji had done it before, but Cesare was just as scarred as he was, in some ways. Hoji had lost a friend; Cesare had fallen to the enemy for the sake of doing it. They both had their own scars. They both had their own setbacks in life. If Hoji could take his and turn them into fuel for leading a team, then so could Cesare. “If you really want a fight,” Cesare said, drawing his sword free and facing the curved tip out at the three new Toa, “Then fight me.” “I’m not going to fight you, Cesare,” said Chalice, backing away a bit. “What? You want a fight, so why not me? Am I not good enough? Am I too good? Do you doubt your skills that much?” “I don’t want to fight my leader!” Chalice shouted at him. “You need to keep your skills sharp,” Cesare told him, “So fight me.” “I hate to interrupt, but we have a situation,” Agri said, rushing in with Magis at his side. Agri was second in command now, having moved up in rank when Hoji, Eri and Rei left the team. He was drawing his blaster weapon, “Big trouble,” he stated. “What sort of trouble?” questioned Cesare. “Bashaa, a lot of them. And a large soldier,” Magis told him, “The usual. Except the soldier is bigger, as I stated, and there are more Bashaa than usual.” “Right,” Cesare said, looking back at the three Toa, “Chalice, you wanted a fight, here it comes for you!” The three Toa ran after their three teachers, into the structure next to the temple. They each mounted on their cycle vehicles, shooting off into the city. “That’s right,” hissed Kiva, “Destroy everything!” The Bashaa were all around, slashing at buildings, attempting to cut away at the structures, but they weren’t doing much. They were breaking into the buildings, pulling Matoran out and executing them in the streets. Any strugglers were killed inside their homes or businesses. As the six Toa arrived and dismounted, they ran forward, getting a look at the enemy known as Kiva. He was a large black and silver armored whale-like warrior, the most powerful looking enemy that any of them had seen yet. He had large, thickly armored legs in black and light gray, with large two pronged clawed feet. He had thicker black armor overlaying his legs, strengthening them. He had silver armor on the sides, mixed in with the extra black. From his lower body, he had a large sheet of black and gray armor curling down, protecting the tops of his legs, as well as the weaker part of his chest. He had another piece of the same armor overlaying it, covering his thickly built black chest. His arms were thickly built and muscled, with each one having a large silver blade like a claw curling back, along with armor on the sides to give extra protection. In his right hand, he held a sword with a thick guard. The blade itself was fairly small, like a dagger to this warrior. The left hand clutched a large curved shield, that looked like it could double as a fist weapon. His head was elongated, with silvery tentacles coming off of the back, but only two of them. He had a few razor-sharp fangs coming out of his wide mouth, with horns coming off of the top of his head, and two crimson eyes inset partially on the sides of his head, burning with rage, anger, and the desire to kill, as ordered. “I’ve got this guy!” Cesare shouted, slashing a Rouze Card, and then a second. “Lightning” “Drill” A drill of Lightning erupted around his sword. He slid forward, thrusting the weapon in at Kiva’s chest, ready to end it in one move. Kiva didn’t show anything on his face. He didn’t move to block the attack or do anything. He took the powerful Lightning attack to his chest, but didn’t flinch, didn’t show pain. No sparks flew as contact was made. No burn marks from the damage. Kiva simply looked down at his foe, his burning eyes showing no rage, just the desire to fight. He threw his shield forward, smashing it into Cesare, knocking him back. He thrust his weapon forward, but Kiva lifted his sword, blocking. He punched again, knocking Cesare back, and then lunged forward, slashing his weapon down, cutting Cesare down his chest. Sparks flew from the first moment the blade touched Cesare’s armor, to the last moment when it left his armor. He fell to a knee, a dark burn mark running down his chest. He was panting, glaring up at Kiva and lifting his sword, thrusting it forward with a shout. Kiva kicked Cesare, taking him down before contact could be made. “Cesare!” screamed Chalice, running forward. He leapt up, coming down with both of his curved blades facing at Kiva, ready to drive the serrated blades into the sides of Kiva’s neck. He was powering his weapons with some of his powers; Lightning flickering around his weapons, winds erupting around both of them, buffeting Kiva. Kiva whipped his left arm out at the last moment, smashing his shield into Chalice’s chest, throwing the Toa Cyril Nova of Storms aside, smashing him into a building. Shards of brick flew out on impact, landing as rubble all around Chalice, some of it landing atop him, starting to bury him from the pure impact and damage caused. Kiva ignored the two downed Toa, moving towards the other four, ready to continue his mission.“Kiva has defeated us. There is nothing we can do to stop him. We’ve tried all we know, but he appears to have no weakness. How can that be? But we must persist. We must…use the strongest powers of our arsenal. Next time: “Chapter 12: The Strongest Power, Part 2” Here I go.”Review
Edited by Lord Koji, Feb 09 2012 - 10:54 PM.