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Legends of the Bionicle: Landing Day

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All right, here is my next entry in the Legends of the Bionicle saga, you can look at my library topic to find a reading order. As always, give me your honest criticism. Once again, credit to nuhrii-flaming and Tolkien for the month name Olva. Also, this will be my last one-shot for a while, my next two stories shall be multi-chapter affairs.

Legends of the Bionicle: Landing Day

1,011 AGC

Takanuva stood on the docks of Ga-Metru, looking at the rising suns. He knew this would be the last time he saw those suns for a long time. He was certainly sad but also relieved the day was finally here. He breathed the sea breeze in deep. Two years of searching had finally paid off. They had found an island to relocate to. A place they could start over, away from it all. Half self-imposed exile, half imposed.

Over the past five years since Lhikan was attacked by Ahkmou, relations between the Resurrected and non-Resurrected were increasingly strained. Scuffles and skirmishes were very common and unfortunately, attempts on lives were not unheard of. Ahkmou was a fugitive of the law, hidden somewhere in the Fikou web, a series of maintenance tunnels that crossed over each other and twisted around like the web of a Fikou spider. They were too dangerous to search; violent Rahi lived in them and legends said even worse things lived there as well. However, the Po-Matoran still managed to direct his followers despite hiding in the shadows.

The stress of it all got so bad that two years ago, the Turaga and Toa collectively decided it might be best if the Resurrected left Metru Nui, at least for a while. Takanuva immediately volunteered to lead them to safety and watch over them. There was no denying he was responsible for the Resurrected. So Takanuva and others began scouting for a suitable island to move to. It took the better part of two years, but an island was found far to the east. It was uninhabited and remote, the Resurrected would be safe there. The last few months were spent preparing the ships, supplies, and Matoran to go. It was bittersweet but ultimately for the best.

Takanuva wasn’t the only non-resurrected going of course. Vamkoda, Malohi, Reymar, Jaller, Nuhrii, and Orkahm were going as well, to name just a few. In total, there were about four hundred beings setting out today. Twelve Toa were among them, including Takanuva. Most were Resurrected like Lhikan and Nidhiki, having relocated to Metru Nui over the past few years on account of being pariahs from all of their home islands. The other non-Resurrected were following them for their own various reasons.

Lhikan walked up behind Takanuva and put his hand on his shoulder. “Well, my friend. The day is finally here. Are you looking forward to it?”

Takanuva nodded somberly. “Truthfully, yes. It was always my dream as a Matoran to be the first one to explore a new island and now I’m finally getting my chance. I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

Lhikan gave an indifferent shrug. “What are you going to do? Things happen. We just try to do our best under the conditions. Besides, I much prefer this than getting wracked with shadow energy. That’s not something I’d like to experience again. Come on, the Turaga and Toa Nuva are here to see us off.”


Vakama walked alongside his fellow Turaga, the Toa Nuva, and Rahaga. “Are you sure about this, Norik?”

“Yeah, we are. Someone has to look out for Takanuva. He has a lot on his shoulders. I believe Metru Nui will be fine without six former Toa.”

“And is Takanuva sure he wants to lead this little adventure?” Vakama asked.

Norik looked at the Turaga of Fire and Vakama could tell that he saw the worry in his eyes. “He is haunted by that night, the role he played in all of this. He believes you would rather he go as well.”

Vakama shook his head sadly. “That was almost seven years ago, it’s in the past. Yes, I was furious at him for messing with time, and I can’t deny those feelings resurfaced when Voporak stole the Vahi due to the effects of the mask’s use, but there have also been a lot of blessings from it. Lhikan, the redemption of Nidhiki, these things wouldn’t have been possible otherwise. It just feels like cowardice on our part to send him off to shoulder this burden alone.”

“But he won’t be alone,” said Norik with a smile. “He’s got four hundred other beings watching his back and supporting him. He’ll be fine.”

Vakama nodded, knowing that Norik was right. His eye caught Takua running up to Jaller and Nuhrii and jumping around excitedly. Vakama smiled at his childish nature. In the past seven years, Takua and Takanuva had grown further apart as far as personalities go. While Takua was like his old Matoran-self on Mata Nui, restless and constantly looking for adventure, even more so than before in many ways as he suddenly found himself with no responsibilities of note, Takanuva grew more serious, always watching for threats to the city and being a role model for Matoran.

Vakama also saw Vamkoda and Malohi walk up to the trio and join in on the conversation, both carrying backpacks. The two Matoran sported the fashion trend that started a few years ago of Matoran rebuilding their bodies to resemble the forms they had over a thousand years ago. It was purely aesthetic, but it had proved fairly popular among a percentage of the Matoran. Nuhrii had also adopted the new vogue, even exchanging his black Kaukau for a red Ruru, complete with silver paint on top.

Vakama let his countenance fall as he thought about Vamkoda and Malohi leaving. Those two were some of the youngest of the Matoran on the island. Everyone was very protective of them for that reason so it hurt Vakama to see them go. It’s how he imagined a parent must feel seeing their child venture out into the world on their own. He knew they were grown up, still young compared to others such as himself, but old enough to handle anything the universe could throw at them. Still, he worried.

Balta ran past the Turaga and over to the gathering. Even he and the others that had originally come from Voya Nui were embarking on this voyage. Vakama looked back at the city. They really had made a lot of progress in twelve years, enough that they could afford to lose a large part of their labor force. The Voya Nui Matoran were true to their word, they worked hard fixing Metru Nui and producing additional resources. The two islands had begun trading, using the tunnels up to Mata Nui as a means of transit. Voya Nui was no longer on the verge of extinction.

Vakama looked back to see Takanuva, Lhikan, and Nidhiki approaching. It was hard to keep the tears out of his eyes. Nidhiki came up to him first. “Turaga,” he said with a formal bow. “Thank you for everything. And sorry about trying to drop you molten protodermis a thousand years ago.”

Vakama chuckled. “You’re forgiven, Nidhiki. Just don’t stray from the path. It may be narrow and rough going at times, but its destination is worth it.”

“Thank you, Turaga.” He made similar goodbyes to the other Turaga. He clanked fists with the Toa Nuva. “Brothers, sister. Thanks for making me feel like a hero again.”

“We did very little, Nidhiki,” said Onua. “Most of it was your own doing.”

“I promise I won’t let you down,” said Nidhiki. He then turned to Dume. “Turaga Dume.”

“Toa Nidhiki. Thank you for your service to Metru Nui. You did a lot for this island, and I truly believe you will continue to do great things for the universe.”

“Well thanks for the invite way back when,” said Nidhiki. “Who knew that fighting an overgrown lizard would lead to so much?”

Lhikan clanked his fist against Vakama’s. “Continue to trust your visions,” said the Toa. “They haven’t steered you wrong yet, have they?”

“No, they haven’t. And neither have you.”

Lhikan smiled. He gave similar words of encouragement to the other Turaga. He said his goodbyes to the Toa Nuva, telling Tahu in particular to take care of his team. Lhikan then knelt down before Dume. “Well, I guess this is officially the end of the Toa Mangai.”

Dume nodded. “I guess so. You had a good run.”

“I just wish I protected my team better.

“You did the best you could. You couldn’t have known that Makuta was impersonating me.”

Lhikan breathed deep and nodded. “I know, I keep telling myself that. One day I might actually believe it. Thank you for helping me become a Toa and for giving me the chance to lead a Toa team.”

“Thank you for standing for Metru Nui when no one else could.” Dume offered his fist in Toa salute and Lhikan accepted it.

Takanuva walked up to Dume and shook his hand. “It was nice to meet you, Turaga.”

“It was nice to meet you again, Takanuva. Good luck out there.”

Takanuva turned to the Toa Nuva, his brothers and sister. “I guess I’m out of the band,” he said with a sad smile.

“You’ll always be a part of the Toa Nuva,” said Gali. “You’re the linchpin of the team.”

“We wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t gathered the Toa stones and summoned us to Mata Nui,” said Pohatu.

“The only reason we’re a team is because of your actions,” said Onua.

“Not to mention how much you ever-helped the villages while we were hunt-seeking Kanohi and quick-learning how to function as a team,” added Lewa.

“Don’t forget that your mind is your sharpest weapon,” said Kopaka. “As long as you listen to it as well as your heart, you’ll be fine.”

Tahu smiled as he clanked his fist against Takanuva’s. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Takanuva smiled as well. “I’ll try not to do anything you would do either.”

Tahu laughed. “You’re a good Toa, Takanuva. You have nothing to worry about. And don’t worry about us. We’ll manage here without you.”

Takanuva choked up and nodded wordlessly. He then turned to the Turaga. “You are an absolute whenever times change, Takanuva,” said Nokama, “especially now, always remember that.”

“I wish you the speed of Pohatu, Toa,” said Onewa. “Never lose your inquisitive mind.”

“Don’t lose sight of your past,” said Whenua. “It can help you in dark times.”

“Thank you for help-saving me and the other Le-Matoran… twice!” said Matau. “May the wind be ever underneath your wings.”

Nuju made a series of clicks and whistles, followed by two short gestures. “Turaga Nuju says to always keep an eye on the future,” translated Matoro. “He also still very much believes you will play a role in Mata Nui’s awakening.”

Then Takanuva came to Vakama. He knelt down and hugged him. Vakama returned the embrace. “I’m scared, Vakama,” he whispered, barely keeping himself from sobbing. “I would rather fight Makuta again than do this. Even when I was exiled from Ta-Koro, it was nothing like this.”

Vakama smiled. “I know. But remember, you’re doing this for the good of everyone, just like when you fought Makuta. You’re strong enough to shoulder this responsibility.”

“But what if I screw up again?”

“Oh, you will. But that’s inevitable. We all do. Just learn from your mistakes and keep moving forward. You stand amongst the universe’s greatest heroes. Now leave this windy dock and go out there and make a home for all of these Matoran.”

Takanuva pulled away and smiled sadly, trying to push past the tears. “Thank you, Vakama,” he whispered as he backed away with Lhikan and Nidhiki.

“Until we meet again, Toa of Light,” said Vakama.

Takanuva forced a bigger smile. “Until we meet again, Toa Metru of Fire.” Then Takanuva did the hardest thing he had ever done: he turned his back on his friends and home and stepped out into the unknown.

The Turaga said their goodbyes to the Rahaga and others. Jaller shook hands with Vakama, Tahu, and Matoro, as did Takua. Lifelong friends bade farewell to one another as the pilgrims made their way to the boats. Soon enough, the boats launched and began the laborious trip out of the harbor. Hundreds of Matoran stood on docks, watching their friends sail away.

Vakama held his fist out in Toa salute. The other Turaga and Toa Nuva followed suit, as did everyone else beside them. Takanuva looked a bit surprised before he copied the gesture, as did everyone else on the boats. “No matter where you are,” said Vakama to himself. “No matter how many mio are between us, you’ll always be in our hearts.”

Takanuva nodded to Vakama as if he could hear him before he broke down into tears.


About fifteen minutes later, Metru Nui was starting to disappear from sight, dissolving into the fog. Lhikan leaned against the railing, staring at the only home he’d known for three thousand years. Nidhiki came up next to him and looked out at Metru Nui. “You know,” said Lhikan, “when I put you on that boat with the rest of the Dark Hunters, I never thought I would one day be joining you in leaving Metru Nui forever.”

“Yeah, well I never thought I’d be doing it twice.”

Lhikan smirked. “Yeah, I’ll bet.”

Nidhiki looked over at Lhikan and cleared his throat. “What about your nephews? You never found them.”

Lhikan sighed. “I know. I never found any sign of Kazahk and Tazahk. Maybe they’re in capsules hidden under the island somewhere. Or maybe they’re…” He didn’t finish that thought. “Or maybe they were removed from the city before the Great Cataclysm. Maybe they’re out there somewhere else in the universe. Maybe I’ll find them out there. But if that’s not true, and they are still on Metru Nui… then I blew my chance to fix one of my biggest mistakes.”

“Well, we don’t know we’ll never be back. Once all of this has blown over, I’m sure we’ll be able to go back, and then you’ll find your nephews.”

“I hope you’re right.”

 “And just so you know,” added Nidhiki, “leaving Metru Nui for a second time is just as hard as it was the first time.”

Lhikan met Nidhiki’s gaze. “Well, now we’re going to face this future together. And this time I’m not going to let you fall to the darkness.”

Nidhiki smiled. “Thanks, buddy, that means a lot—OOF!” The Toa of Air almost fell overboard as Malohi crashed into him as the Le-Matoran half ran, half danced around the ship, fleeing from Vamkoda. Nidhiki growled as he straightened again. He turned around to face Malohi. “Hey, watch it, kid!” he raged. “You trying to get yourself thrown off the boat?”

“Sorry, Nidhiki!” laughed Malohi as he danced away from Vamkoda. “But you can’t stop my magic feet!”

Vamkoda dove at Malohi, but the Le-Matoran spun out of the way, causing the Ta-Matoran to smash into Balta. “Whoa!” cried the inventor as he staggered back into Orkahm. He almost stepped on the giant claws the Le-Matoran was working on.

“Yo, watch it!” Orkahm shouted. “You clumsy fire-spitter!”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault!”

Vamkoda sat up and rubbed his head. “Ow.” He looked over at Orkahm’s inventions. “What are those?”

“Some backup Toa-hero tools Nidhiki asked me to build-make. They’re based on the claws he had while he was bad-mutated. Except he can put them on his back and channel-direct his elemental power through them to give him the ability of wind-flight.”

“Oh, neat. Say, when did you become the mechanically inclined type?”

“Who do you think craft-made the disk launchers to be mounted on the Gukko and Kahu?” said Orkahm. “Obviously not Kongu or Tamaru.”

“Oh, okay,” said Vamkoda.

Takanuva walked to the back of the boat just then. “Everyone holding up so far?”

“Okay, all things considered,” said Lhikan.

“How ever-long is it going to take to get to this oak-new island?” Orkahm asked. “Hopefully not too long…” He glanced at Malohi still dancing around the boat.

“It will probably be five days until we reach it. I’d say we’ll reach it by the new year.”

Orkahm sighed heavily as he rubbed his silver-topped Matatu. “It’s going to be a long sail-trip.”

1,012 AGC

“Land ho!” Malohi cried from his perch on top of the bridge. “I see land! I see land!”

Takanuva rushed to the bow of the boat with Garan and Norik. Indeed an island was emerging from the fog. Excitement grew among the crews of the boats. “Is that it?” asked Garan hopefully.

“Yup, that’s it,” said Takanuva. “See, Orkahm? Five days, right on the dot.”

“Thank Papu and Rangi,” said the Le-Matoran from further aft.

The island looked to be about four kio away. They would be landing in about fifteen minutes. “Get ready to disembark, everyone!” Takanuva called out. “We’ve reached our destination!” A cry of triumph rose up from the boats as Malohi did a little celebratory dance. The boats snaked along the coast until they found a natural harbor on the northwestern edge of the island. As the boats were too large to get close to the shore, the crews had to drop anchor and make their way on foot.

“Be careful,” said Lhikan as he handed Malohi a small crate. The Le-Matoran was hanging onto the rope ladder on the side of the boat. “The water could be over your head.”

“I’m fine, Lhikan,” said Malohi as he descended the ladder. “You’re talking to a veteran of the great Le-Koro Water War.”

“What’s that?”

“Probably something he imagined,” said Vamkoda.

“Point is I’m fine—AH!” Malohi shrieked as he stepped off the ladder and plunged beneath the water.

Vamkoda shook his head. “This is why I pretend I don’t know him sometimes.”

Malohi resurfaced, flailing theatrically. “Help! Help!”

Reymar appeared beside him, holding the crate and putting the Matoran onto her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Malohi, I’ll take you to shore.”

“Thank you, miss.”

“Just call me Reymar. You don’t always have to try my patience.”

“Thanks, Reymar,” said Lhikan as he climbed down the ladder with a crate.

The Toa of Water smiled back at Lhikan. “Don’t mention it.”

Hafu looked at the water uncertainly then turned to Hewkii. “I don’t know about this. Maybe I’ll just stay here until they build the docks. It can’t take too long right?”

“It could be a couple of weeks,” said Hewkii although he also seemed unsure about swimming to shore.

“That’s not too bad,” said Hafu, sitting down. “I can catch up on carving.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll join you,” said Hewkii, sitting as well.

“What are you doing, Hewkii?” asked Macku. “We need to help the others take supplies to shore.”

“But—” Hewkii was cut off as Macku hauled him to his feet.

“Come on, I’ll see if you’ve been keeping up on your swimming lessons.”

Hewkii looked back at Hafu pleadingly but the other Po-Matoran made no move to help his friend. Potan, a Toa of Stone from the southern continent, appeared beside Hafu and offered his hand. “Come on, Hafu, I’ll help you out.”

Hafu looked up at the Toa’s black Huna. “Okay,” he said uncertainly as he took Potan’s hand.

The Toa hoisted Hafu onto his shoulders and picked up a crate. “Hold on tight,” he said to the Matoran before jumping overboard. Hafu let out a fearful scream as they landed in the water. It only came up to Potan’s chest. “See? No problem.” The Toa began wading toward the shore.

Nidhiki fitted his air claws to his back. They looked like a giant pair of wings. “All right, time to finally give these a test run.”

“Just be ever-careful,” said Orkahm. “There could be some fine-tweaks that need to be made.”

“Don’t worry, I know how to fly.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t use elemental powers to wind-fly before. The thought-science is completely different.”

“Screw the science!” said Nidhiki as he channeled his air abilities through the claws and took off into the air. “Woohoo!” he cried as he dove and rolled. “This is the only thing I missed about being a giant spider!”

The Rahaga flew on their Rhotuka toward the island, carrying supplies in the process. “Careful, Nidhiki!” Iruini called. “Don’t push your luck!”

“Don’t worry!” Nidhiki called back. “I’m an expert at flying!” He did a rather intense roll and soon found himself in an unrecoverable one as one of the claws stopped working. “Whoa!” he cried as he spiraled down to the water and impacted hard. He spat out water as he flailed his arms to balance himself. Once he was safely treading water, he moaned and started swimming toward shore. “That stunk.”

“I guess there’s a couple of issue-kinks to work out,” said Orkahm.

Nuparu shook his head from the pilot seat of a Boxor, using the floats he had fitted to the mechs after the Attack on Ga-Koro to not sink to the bottom of the bay. “I could have built something better,” he said as he moved past Nidhiki.

Rurtua, a young Resurrected Toa of Fire from the northern continent, flew overhead with his twin flamethrowers attached to his ankles. “Looks like you’re a bit rusty, Nidhiki!” he called.

“Oh shut up, Rurtua.”

Takanuva stepped out of the surf and set down the crate he was carrying. For dozens of bio in both directions, hundreds of Matoran were coming ashore. Already some Ga-Matoran were starting construction on a wooden pier to reach out to the boats, overseen by Katorna, a Toa of Water. “Could I have everyone’s attention?” Takanuva called out to the crowd. Slowly they began to form around the Toa of Light, eager to hear what he had to say. Takanuva waited until everyone was present and then climbed on top of a crate.

“I know it’s been a really hard last few years for most of you. But now is our chance for a fresh start. We’ll be away from everyone else and get to make our own thriving society.” He glanced at the interior of the island. “This is an island naturally rich in the elements. We shall make a great city that lives in harmony with nature, to serve as a beacon of hope for all Resurrected and slighted beings across the universe searching for a safe place to call home. We shall call this island Nahi Nui and prove to everyone that there is nothing to fear of the Resurrected or we who stand up for them! For today, Olva first, one thousand twelve years after the Great Cataclysm marks our Landing Day!”

He pointed to Garan who unfurled a black flag dominated by the symbol of the three virtues. Encircling the sacred emblem were the symbols for all of the elements. This was to be the flag of Nahi Nui. The crowd cheered and applauded before setting to work constructing temporary housing for everyone. Takanuva beamed with pride.


Twenty minutes later and Vamkoda was leading a small group consisting of Nuhrii, Takua, Jaller, and Balta through the thick forests. The Matoran came to a river and found a log to cross it. “Wow, this place is like Mata Nui,” said Nuhrii.

“Yeah it is,” said Jaller. “We should be careful of any dangers that could be on this island. Rahi, pitfalls, volcanoes, avalanches, anything of the sort.”

Takua turned around to face his friend, walking along the log backward. “You worry too much, Jaller.”

The former Captain of the Guard shook his head. “You’re going to fall, Takua, and when you do, I’m not going to feel sorry for you.”

“Hey, it’s me—” Takua was cut off as his foot slipped off the log and he plunged over the side. The only thing that stopped the Av-Matoran from falling into the river below was Vamkoda and Jaller’s quick reflexes, each one grabbing one of his arms. Takua looked down at the water and let out a low whistle. “That was close. Thanks, guys.”

The two Ta-Matoran hauled Takua back up onto the log and Jaller smacked him in the back of the head. “I told you! You could have been river-bones! I can’t believe you were the Herald of the Seventh Toa.”

“And not just that,” said Takua, with a smile as they continued across the log. “I was the seventh Toa too.”

“Well, Takanuva was the seventh Toa,” said Vamkoda. “You’re just a Matoran of Light that happens to share the same memories as the seventh Toa.”

“Okay, rude,” said Takua as he jumped down from the log.

“As an outside observer,” interjected Balta, “there seems to be little in common between the two of you. Takanuva is very focused on his mission and you are… well, you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Takua asked accusingly. “I’m plenty focused.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” said Vamkoda.

“Uh, guys?” asked Nuhrii. The Ta-Matoran was stopped by the bushes, looking further into the forest. “Are we sure we’re the only ones here?”

Everyone looked to see a stone temple-like structure several bio away. The Matoran tentatively walked toward it. “That looks ancient,” said Balta. “At least fifty thousand years old, maybe older. I’ve never seen architecture like it.”

“Something seems familiar about it but I can’t place it,” said Takua. He pulled a lightstone out of his pack and started toward the temple’s yawning entrance. “Let’s go take a look.”

“I don’t know about this,” said Vamkoda, pulling out a sword that was fashioned after Tahu’s fire sword before he had become a Toa Nuva.

“Vamkoda, you worry too much,” Takua called back as he disappeared into the darkness.

Jaller glanced at Vamkoda. “I guess we better follow him.” The four Ta-Matoran followed after their friend.

The inside of the temple was in surprisingly poor shape compared to the outside. “What happened here?” asked Nuhrii. “It’s like someone ransacked the place.”

“We have to keep Hafu away from here,” Vamkoda said dryly. “He might have a nervous breakdown seeing all these carvings busted.” Indeed, all around the temple were multiple carvings and statues that were in varying states of destruction. There were carvings of Mata Nui similar to the stone the Turaga used for telling stories, statues that represented Toa, Matoran, masks, Rahi, all kinds of things. At the back of the temple were the most interesting statues, however. Various beings of varying species with what seemed to be a nameplate beneath each of them. However, the names seemed wiped clean and most of the statues were pretty ruined.

“Who are these people?” Jaller asked, looking at a statue that seemed to resemble a Toa. “Ancient heroes?”

“Or villains,” said Balta, eyeing what looked like a grinning hulk of a monster. He tried in vain to make out the name under it but all he could read was “I.”

“I’m more interested who destroyed this place and for what purpose,” said Vamkoda. “And if they’re still here on the island.”

“Hey, look at this, guys!” called Takua. “Here’s a statue they mostly missed!” The other Matoran hurried over to where Takua was standing and gathered around to look at the statue. It was mostly in one piece and they could clearly tell it was a Toa. Beneath it was the name “Onarax.”

“Onarax?” said Nuhrii. “Turaga Vakama never mentioned him before, right?”

“I’ve never heard the name,” said Jaller. He turned to Balta. “You ever hear that name?”

Balta grimaced, wracking his brain. “I don’t think so, but we should ask Velika. He’s the one that would know. He knows everything.”

Takua touched the statue and accidentally turned it, causing a secret passage to open behind them: a large staircase descending down into the darkness. “And it looks like there’s more.”

“We need Onu-Matoran for this,” said Vamkoda. “Come on, let’s go tell Takanuva.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Nuhrii before the five Matoran rushed out of the temple and back toward the safety of their friends.


From the bushes, a set of predatory eyes watched the Matoran, although it was completely invisible to them. The creature wished to attack the unsuspecting Matoran but it had strict orders to only observe the newcomers. Reluctantly, it forced itself once more as it had several times over the last hour, to relax. Its master would be very intrigued by these developments, and perhaps if it gave good information to him, he would let it return and kill everyone on this island.

Satisfied, the observer jumped into the air and flew into the sky. This creature was a Rahkshi, specifically a Nurahk, a chameleon Rahkshi. It was completely invisible as it jetted across the sky, perfectly blending into the blue and white above the Matoran’s heads. It angled northwest and prepared for a long journey.


Many days later, the Nurahk arrived at its destination: Metru Nui. Using its powers, it slipped in unseen and entered a secret hatch that led down into the maintenance tunnels below the Archives. It walked for hours until it finally came to a fairly sized room about five bio across. At a table off to the left going over some plans, was the Rahkshi’s target. A Po-Matoran with a black Noble Rau; Ahkmou. Only now did the Nurahk allow its camouflage to drop, allowing its red and gold armor to shine in the dull light.

Ahkmou turned at the sound of the Rahkshi’s footsteps. “Oh good. You’re back,” he remarked in an uninterested tone. He turned back to the stone tablets on his table.

The Nurahk hissed as it marched into the room and threw a tablet down on the Matoran’s table. Ahkmou glared at the Rahkshi but decided not to say anything. He picked up the stone tablet and read it. His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Hm, so Takanuva successfully found an island to hide his little band of freaks on, did he? Interesting…” He looked at the Nurahk again. “This is good stuff here. You really did your homework, how did you get all of this information? Never mind, you’re just a dumb beast.”

Ahkmou kept reading. “The island is about two and a half mio to the southeast, eh? Roughly circular and about forty-four kio in diameter… Heavily forested with a small desert on the northern end… Single mountain on the island. Fair amount of Rahi… Ruins of unknown origins… The Toa of Light is calling the island Nahi Nui. I have to say, I am impressed.”

“As am I,” said a dark voice. Ahkmou and the Rahkshi looked to see a pair of red eyes manifest in the shadows. “Thank you, my son, for this very valuable information.”

The Nurahk felt the Rahkshi equivalent of pride surge through it.

“Ahkmou,” continued the voice. “You have done well in helping to drive these ‘Resurrected’ from Metru Nui. And you even managed to make Takanuva leave with them. This is a great turn of fate. I am very pleased.”

The Po-Matoran bowed his torso toward the red eyes. “I live to serve, Master.”

“I want you to keep an eye on this Nahi Nui,” said the voice. “Deploy spies there to watch over them. I do not want them to interfere with my plans.”

“Should we just not send a couple of squads of Rahkshi and wipe them out before they pose a threat?” asked Ahkmou.

“No. You think too much like Icarax. One does not throw out pieces of the game unless absolutely necessary. You never know when they could be useful. Keep an eye on them but do not hurt them… yet. Keep up the good work, Ahkmou. Don’t let up the pressure here in Metru Nui just because the Resurrected are gone. I shall contact you when I require your assistance again.” Then the eyes disappeared into the inky darkness, leaving no trace of their presence.

The End

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Library Topic ^ Credit to Llortor for the custom Nuva Symbols

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