Chapter 4: Dark Thoughts
(((Le-Metru, Moto Hub, 56 minutes after Mata Nui’s banishment)))
Lewa slowly glided to the ground amongst the tangle of cables and broken tubes and sighed. This was not good. Already, his breath was shaky from fear. Le-Matoran passed him, screaming loudly, only to go into fits of insane laughter.
Is this just a dream? Is everyone just... crazy? Lewa thought to himself, looking up. He was shocked to see Toa Hagah Iruini standing and smiling up at a broken chute. Okay, now I know I’m dreaming. He couldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here... why is he here?!
While Lewa rocked his brain trying to figure out why Iruini was here, he noticed the elite Toa was waving at... nothing.
“Good-bye, Matau!” Iruini called. “Have fun at work!” he shook his head. “What a little daredevil.” Lewa tilted his head in confusion.
“Um... excuse me...” Lewa asked, reaching his hand up to tap Iruini on the shoulder. The older Toa felt something, but when he looked down, he brushed Lewa’s hand off.
“Bugs. Yuck.” Iruini said.
“W-what?” Lewa asked, taking a step back out of confusion as the Hagah walked past him. “You’ve got to be joke-kidding me. You really don’t eye-see me?” Lewa asked, staring, but Iruini just walked off.
What in the world... Lewa thought, as he bit his lip. He made a decision, though it was a bit brash, and raised his Air Katana, preparing to shoot a blast of air.
(((Po-Metru, Assembler’s Hut, 58 minutes after Mata Nui’s banishment)))
Pohatu scrambled backwards, trying to put as much distance between him and the metallic Rahkshi, which was slowly crawling in through the hole it had produced in the wall, as he could, while it struggled to fit through the gap. Its faceplate opened and it screeched, the Kraata inside writhing. Pohatu had to end this battle before it even began.
Calling upon his Adaptive Launcher, he forced the energy into his climbing claw, and it changed form into a small 2-barreled launcher ((A/N: I am basing this off of the “Po-Koro” weapon, found in the game “BIONICLE: Heroes” for the Toa of Stone)), which he held up and pointed it at the creature. When the Rahkshi saw the weapon, it quickly began clawing its way through the hole, but its efforts failed it. Pohatu pulled the trigger and the weapon pulled back as it released two simultaneous balls of super-heated stone, both of which clashed and turned into a single, spiraling, ball of heat and rock. The blast, however, was inaccurate, and it only succeeded in enlarging the hole the Rahkshi was trying to get through.
“Slag...” Pohatu muttered as he turn to run through the door, but before he could run out, he was faced with another Pahnrahk, whose staff blocked the door. “Great...” he mumbled. “Stuck between some rocks and a few sets of ugly.” Pohatu thought for a moment, then he slapped himself in the forehead. Rock!
Extending his hands, Pohatu focused on the stone hut around him and pulled, crossing his arms as he used his power to destroy the building, the shards crashing down onto the Rahkshi and himself. Luckily, he was quick. Pohatu leaped out of the hole he had enlarged and tumbled. Once he had come to a stop, he turned and saw that the Rahkshi had been crushed. Sadly, however, these huts were not very large, nor very heavy, and in only accomplished ticking the Rahkshi off even more.
“Frag it...” Pohatu said, calling upon his power again and thrust both of his arms forward, able to control both the sand (to a degree) and the stone set underneath it, and the wall of rock crashed into the two creatures. Again, they were able to get up and dust themselves off, before beginning another approach, and Pohatu lifted a large nearby boulder with his power, crashing it down on the Rahkshi, but again they got up.
“You guys are resilient, ain’t ya?” Pohatu said, a slight smirk on his face. The only response was a loud screech from one of the creatures as it charged at him.
Pohatu smiled and swung his foot directly up, connecting the Addition to the chestplate of the Rahkshi as it flew up into the air. Pohatu back flipped and spun, once more connecting his foot with the armor shell. Pohatu used this momentum to his advantage and reversed his spin, swinging his powerful leg down on the Rahkshi and slammed it down to the ground. He then fell and landed next to its companion, uppercutting the armored Kraata and kicked it as it came down from its perch only a few feet off the ground, sending it flying into a pile of rubble.
“That about does it,” Pohatu said with a smile. But the first Rahkshi still moved. He frowned as he looked at the monster, its pitiful form struggling to get up and reach for its staff. Pohatu used his Mask power to speed up to the staff and kicked it away. The creature looked up at him with its yellow eyes, struggling to get up on its shattered legs. When this failed, it looked up and screeched at Pohatu, who took advantage of this moment and grabbed the slug by its neck, yanking it out of its armor and held its squirming form in one hand. The repulsing creature hissed and gargled and thrashed about, and it made Pohatu want to upchuck. He placed it down and held it by the neck as he picked up a nearby stone, raising it high above his head, and prepared to bring it down on the creature’s head.
(((Onu-Metru Archives, Level 2, 67 minutes after Mata Nui’s banishment)))
Gematria sat quietly amongst the stasis cradles, his eyes slowly shifting across the room, every now and then catching a glance of his sister, but he didn’t pay much attention to what she was doing. He was trying to find a secret tunnel. His Kanohi Akaku could not see anything, but, according to Helryx’s reports, the tunnel was around here. She had said something about Blade Burrowers building it, but this did not seem likely, because he could not see them.
Gehenna was not paying any attention to her brother’s task. It was nothing important to her. All she had to do was wait and, when needed, use her powers in conjunction with her brother, and open the path. But until then, all she was going to do, she figured, was sharpen her blade with her claws. The Protosteel weapon seemed to shiver in her hands, and she brushed her palm across the flat side of the blade.
“Be still, Mal...” she whispered. Gematria looked up.
“Did you say something, sister?” he asked.
“Just talking to Mal... he’s scared... I think he senses we’re near the entrance.”
“Well then, let us hope he can point us in the direction,” Gematria said coldly, pulling the vision clip on his mask to the side as the eyepieces closed up. “Please, enlighten us, Mal. Show us where to go.”
Gehenna glared at her brother for a moment and then looked down at her sword, nodding softly. She took hold of the handle with both hands and extended her arms so that the blade was extended fully in front of her, turning in a full 360 degrees very slowly. She did it again, and on the point that was just beyond the quarter turn, the sword in her hands jerked slightly forward.
“That way, then,” Gehenna said, slipping the sword into the sheath on her back. Gematria scoffed softly at his sister. “You’re just jealous because you never talk to Vit, brother. You might enjoy it sometime.”
“Talk to an inanimate object like the rest of the crazies? I think not.”
“You know as well as I do, Vit is not inanimate. None of them are.”
Gehenna was right. All of the League’s weapons were remnants of Nynrah Ghosts. Even some were made of rogue Toa who lived in solitude on Nynrah with the Ghosts, becoming Ghosts themselves. It was the least they could, one of the Ghosts had told them, that they could do as thanks for eliminating a fearful force that had overcome their island. The force was, in fact, a large horde of Visorak that had appeared on the island after Vakama had disbanded the primary force of the horde on Metru Nui a thousand years ago.
Gematria did not reply, only walking in the direction that Mal had pointed. Gehenna looked sadly at her brother and then adjusted her tattered scarf on her face, following suit.
A little while later, when they came to a wall that looked like it was comprised poorly of stones, they figured that they had arrived where they were meant to. But before they could push open the hole, a voice gasped behind them. Both Makuta turned around to see a Matoran who was standing there, silently watching them.
“Wh-who are you?” he asked softly, his eyes traveling over their strange attire. Were it not for the twins’ scarves, the Matoran would instantly identify them, because no warrior wearing an Akaku would ever accompany a Makuta wearing a Shelek. The two looked at each other. At least they weren’t compromised.
“We’re...” Gehenna began, before Gematria cut her off.
“We’re Dark Hunters. And we’re looking for a secret passage to a place that will defeat the enemy. We were called here by your own Toa, and we’re planning on completing our mission. Now, either leave or get out. Take your pick.”
The Onu-Matoran stared for a moment and nodded.
“O-okay...” he said and scurried off. Gematria nodded.
“Now, let’s bust open this wall.”
(((Ga-Metru, Great Temple)))
It had only been just over an hour, but everyone in Ga-Metru had accepted the fact that they couldn’t do much. It was simply time to sit and hope. Hope. It was the only thing they had left, it seemed. They were powerless. Teridax had long ago stopped his assault on Metru Nui and was probably focusing his attention on other islands, revealing himself and making them all his helpless slaves. Nokama handed each Matoran present a small tablet carved with an ancient scripture and motioned for them all to sit.
“My children, let me tell you a story of a time long ago, in the time before time,” she said. Gali and Hahli both sat in the back of the room, listening to Nokama’s story. It was a story they had all heard many times before, but, for some reason, being told in the ancient temple, it just felt... right.
The calm water lapped against the edge of the island, and it seemed to sway, the Matoran swaying with it as they heard the tale of the Toa Mata, coming to Mata Nui to defeat the evil creatures and free them from terror. Gali reflected on this and thought it was funny how it was only just over 2 years ago that she and her companions had arrived on the island paradise. Those were the simpler days, when they had nothing to fear but fear itself. But now Teridax was the form of fear itself, and he wasn’t the only thing they had to fear. It was obvious that Makuta was still in control of most of his powers, and he could undoubtedly make Rahkshi, which we would send against them. He would probably bribe others to join him in enslaving the Matoran. It was already plain for everyone to see that no Matoran would ever bow down to a tyrant. Once, this had been a kingdom, and now it was a place of suffering.
At the same time, Hahli recalled when she and the other five Matoran had arrived on Karzahni, where everything was dark and thunder rolled across the sky endlessly. There were damaged Matoran with faces like zombies wandering the coastlines. They built various useless machines and labored without end. They were, quite literally, slaves. But Hahli would take that maniac over the one that now looked down on them from a place unknown. He was everywhere, inside everything, yet he could not be attacked.
But I pray, she thought, that a way will soon reveal itself.