Posted Oct 14 2011 - 10:41 PM
Chapter 1: Allies Vorox on Benevus were different from the kind on Spherus Magna. More intelligent than their counterparts, they could speak matoran. They were honorable, but vicious warriors in battle, and wielded power over the element of Sand. Self-reviving cells allow them to become stronger after every defeat, every mortal wound inflicted upon them. Nomads, these Vorox roamed in packs in all sorts of areas on Benevus. Unless they were a true challenge, the losing fighter would be torn apart by the Vorox and devoured, despite the presence of Zesk, less intelligent creatures who would find food and water for the Vorox pack, and whatever remained, the Zesk ate. Rethzak separated from his pack many years ago, after a disagreement with the pack leader. He remembered it well, and was disgusted every time he did. His grey helmet had a long, dark scratch under the right eye and was fused to his face, as a constant reminder of that day. He spied from the bushes on the coast of Torlem, as a boat pulled in and a matoran jumped off. Rethzaks eyes followed as the Be-Matoran as he walked along the dirt road that lead into the forest, but switched back to the water as the air started to shimmer. A lime and green armored warrior appeared in a flash of green, he was tall and lean, and he wore a Kanohi Shelek, mask of silence. The mysterious being just stood there for a while. Rethzak turned and slowly stalked through the bushes, following the trail of the last one to enter. Everything on Torlem seemed to be dark green, the leaves, bushes, the long grass, all the flora. The occasional pink flower bloomed here and there. He swatted a small insect that landed on his arm. After minutes of creeping he had the Matoran where he wanted him. He was standing on one knee, rummaging through his pack. Rethzak quietly moved out of the bushes as he had done to his prey many times before, not even creating a rustle as he did so. His tail raised high as he got closer, not even noticing the sound of something being launched... The green pulse struck him hard and he fell on his side. The Vorox looked down at his hand as it grew stiff, his functions freezing. Someone had paralyzed him, leaving him unable to fight back against whatever was about to happen.______________________________________________________________ Javel breathes were hard as he heard someone collapsed behind him. He had suspicions someone was following him, so he stopped. Why? He didn’t know. He slipped his knife back into his sheath and closed his pack. He turned to face the warrior that appeared from nowhere."Who... who are you?" Javel asked in amazement "I mean, not that I'm not grateful, but I don't know you." "I am Schaavek," he replied "I was assigned to give you the message, protect you and guide you to where you need to be." "By who?" "By those who protect Benevus," replied Schaavek "To allow you and your friends the peaceful time you live in.”“But why?” There was silence for a moment, and then Javel turned towards the Vorox, who was still unable to move. He knew what filthy things Vorox were, but he never saw them when they were savage. "What should we do about him?" "Tell us your name, Vorox," said Schaavek coldly "And do that trick again if you please. I’m what you might call... a happy killer.” "Rethzak,” he growled, spitting with every word "And if you don’t get off-." Schaavek pressed down hard on Rethzaks chest and the Vorox cried out in pain, his tail began to flail wildly. "This is the plan, Rethzak," said Schaavek with a small smile "I'm taking you with us.”“What?!” "That's right. Not a single Vorox on Torlem and I wouldn't want you to break that record." Javel was surprised how strong Schaavek was. With the Vorox ability to grow stronger, he was sure Rethzak would put up some kind of a fight. He felt unsure about Schaavek, something just wasn’t right. But he had saved Javel, so the least he could do was listen to him. "Vorox can’t be trusted!” exclaimed Javel “He’ll kill me or you the first chance he can.”“I’ve dealt with far worse things than Vorox.” Schaavek said confidently. Schaavek took his foot off Rethzak’s chest and allowed the Vorox to stand. He glared at the pair in front of them, clearly not happy at the events that just proceeded. If Schaavek wasn't there, no doubt that Javel would have been torn apart. "So, are you going to come with us, or depart in most gruesome way?" asked Schaavek. He waved his hand and Rethzak was able to move again. It was visibly obvious that it took all of his strength to not attack the pair. "No," said Schaavek, a smirk forming on his face "You can't." "Well..." rasped Rethzak "An expert fighter, teleporter and a telepath... what's your next trick?" "You really don't want to know."Javel felt uncertain. He still didn’t know what the purpose of all this was. He was taken out of his comfortable home and now here he was, in Tormel, allying with a Vorox of all creatures. Will he ever see his home, or his friends again when all was said and done? Schaavek grabbed Javel and Rethzak, and vanished. A silent breeze flowed through the bushes. Destiny had made the decree and fate made the move.______________________________________________________________ The Volcanic Continent covered fifty percent of the Western Hemisphere, and was dictated by a terrible being. Åzuzal was the Fire Lord, master of said element. Sitting upon his large crimson throne, he was almost twice the size of a normal Toa. He had massive horns, jet gliders attached to his back and a flamethrower/blade attachment on his right arm. Wearing red, black, yellow and silver armour, he was one of three warriors, their own species, created and dumped on Benevus. They burned for revenge, but Åzuzal decided to put conquest first. "Erskin!" bellowed Åzuzal "Come here!" Erskin came walking through the corridor that lead to the fire Lords chamber. The warrior was red and silver, had one good eye and had his left arm replaced with a flamethrower. He wielded a lava launcher, and was regarded as one of Åzuzals finest warriors. "Yes Lord Åzuzal?" asked Erskin approaching. "Are the Varikas ready to move?" Varikas were an ancient, though primitive, race. They never caused harm to anyone outside the Volcanic Continent, until the Fire Lord appeared. Displaying his power over fire, he gained control over them with ease. With a little prompting, they became a savage army at Åzuzals command. Varikas resembled Toa, except for the large spines that ran down their back. Their spines and claws are known to be coated in acid that is constantly produced by the body, which absorb all elemental attacks, except stone and earth, and they transfer it into energy that can be used through a modified weapon, which the Fire Lord gave graciously. "Yes, Lord Åzuzal," replied Erskin "They will be ready to move soon, and Benevus will be yours." "One thing Erskin...." hissed the Fire Lord "What of these Xakan rumours?!" Erskin grew uncomfortable, standing there in shock. "Answer me!" bellowed Åzuzal. "J-just rumours," stammered Erskin in reply "Really nothing to concern yourself with." "I'm not," growled Åzuzal "But he has great intelligence and can prove to be a thorn in my side. These rumours must be eliminated, Erskin." Erskin bowed. "I assure you Fire Lord, that these rumours will desist when your might army conquers Benevus." "Leave me, wretch." growled Åzuzal. Erskin did as he was told, not wishing to incur the wrath of the Fire Lord. One did that before when he was under Åzuzals service, and the whole island they were on went up in flames. Visitors say the great fire was caused by a lazy Matoran, and that the Fire Lord was but a myth. But when Åzuzal’s invasion begins, it will all change.______________________________________________________________ Schaavek, Javel and Rethzak arrived again in small clearing, and Javel and Rethzak both fell to the ground, groaning in pain."Teleportation," said Schaavek "Hurts the first of time because you're not used to your molecules adjusting." "Well," Rethzak growled "Don't conveniently forget to tell us anything else that we should know!” Javel ignored them. He stared at large wooden hut front of them, covered in moss. It was obviously old, as if it had seen many things, and just watched as the world moved around it. Javel’s architecture knack told him the structure was being eaten away, and it would collapse fairly soon."This is Turaga Buthaks residence," explained Schaavek "He is expecting us." Javel knocked, and the door creaked open slowly. He entered, and Rethzak and Schaavek followed. The inside of the hut was warm, and much more hospital then the deceitful outer appearance. Shelves contained various carvings and tools, and the main feature was a stone table in the centre, surround by chairs. A Turaga of Air sat at the head of the table."Welcome my friends," he said warmly "Please, take a seat." Schaavek and Javel sat at either sides of the table, and Rethzak stood near the door, muttering to himself angrily. "I am Turaga Buthak... I was the first Toa, and leader of the first Toa team," replied Buthak, not taking notice of Rethzak "I fought against both “The Shadow” and Xakan themselves. And Javel, you are the most important being on Benevus. Buthak coughed loudly and three warriors appeared beside him. One was white and red, and looked menacing with his jaws, blades and spikes. The second, and the largest of the three, was an orange and black warrior, who greeted them with a warm smile. The last was silver and black; wearing bulky armour he had a large blaster of some sort replacing his left arm, with a Kanoka launcher attachment. "Their names are; Prikad, Numek and Corvelan. We are the survivors of the Valiance." Review Topic: http://www.bzpower.c...p?showtopic=397
Edited by Venomcus, Oct 14 2011 - 11:24 PM.