Yeah, the relationships are nuts. They will be further explained in the next season, and many of the old characters will be brought back as well.
The next season will also feature intertwining of two storylines, one the main, the other not so prominent...
But for now...
The Fire Chronicles: Revenge
Chapter 8: Discovery
In Snowpeak Ruins…
“Help, uh! Dragon turtle biting leg!” Yeto shrieked.
“Rawr!! I’m a dinosaur…no, I’m a Koopa, you cool dude,” Bowser said, chasing Yeto around the kitchen.
Yeto jumped out of the window two seconds later, holding onto the edge of the cliff his house was on and climbing back on the racing hill. With a barrel of Superb Soup in his arm, he set out to find his wife.
“Well, that was quite weird,” Norik said. But no matter.” Unsheathing his Lava Spear, he engaged in combat with Bowser.
“Agreed,” Iruini muttered, sending a cyclone at Bowser Jr.’s Koopa Clown Car.
“It wasn’t weird!” Ahkmou protested. “It was pure comedy!!!”
Kazi facepalmed, but before he could say a word, Morton Koopa Jr. knocked him into the wall.
“Ludwig, stop playing Saria’s Song on your Ocarina! And stop conducting Skull Kid, while you’re at it!” Bowser roared.
“Sorry, dad,” Ludwig apologized, punching Piruk into the wall. Skull Kid waved at Ludwig, who giggled and transported to who knows where.
“Oh—“ Kazi was knocked into the dresser before he could finish his sentence. Out fell a startled Yeta, and shortly after Mario broke down the front door.
“Oh boy,” Axonn muttered as he hastily jumped into a portal made by Kamek. The Koopa Army followed suit, but not prior to a final cackle from Bowser.
“Confused? Left in shock? Don’t worry, there’s still more.” He jumped into the portal, and after the other Koopa had, the portal slammed shut.
“Mamma mia,” Mario grumbled, facepalming. Annoyed, the plumber walked out the door.
After minutes of dead silence, Ahkmou quietly spoke up. “What does he mean—there’s still more?”
“I think we all know,” Iruini said. ”Whoever he’s working for, they want revenge for what happened to them. And I think I may just have an idea.” The Toa jumped into the Mirror Shard worriedly.
In Nuhrii’s Office…
Nuhrii looked at Ackar with a stern look on his face. “What do you mean—your colors change?”
“We were going to tell you before,” Kiina said. “But we thought it wasn’t important.”
“Well, it certainly seems weird,” Nuhrii said. “But I’m inclined to listen to it. Keep going.”
“We think it has something to do with Tahu,” Ackar continued.
“WHAT?” Nuhrii screamed. “OUT OF MY OFFICE! NOW!”
Nuhrii looked at the Wall of Records, reading how Helryx had taken control. She’d captured the Mahri, blamed it on the Barraki, and decided to take control now that Mata Nui had “died”. Afterwards, Helryx enslaved the Matoran, killed many of them, and took the remaining Toa as her servants. Well, some of them.
The Hagah remained, albeit still Rahaga. Together they tracked down Roodaka, and almost forced her to transform them back. Almost. Then she brought out Rahkshi, and every one of them perished but Norik and Iruini, who drove them back and stabbed the still alive Sidorak in the head, which killed him. Only then did Roodaka transform them back, but before they could capture her, she disappeared in a flash of shadows.
Nuhrii himself had also resisted Helryx, hiding with Vakama in the Great Furnace. He’d rebuilt his Metru Nui form, and became one of the most feared Matoran in the MU. But in truth, Nuhrii always had a kind heart. Especially when with Tahu, his true inspiration for being who he was.
“This truly is a legend, is it not?” a voice said. A wall slid back, revealing Mata Nui.
“Oh, hey Mata Nui. What’s up?”
“Just thought I’d take a look here. You know, you really shouldn’t have treated Ackar that way.”
Nuhrii sighed. “I’m under a lot of pressure, that’s all.”
“Yes, but he told the truth.” Nuhrii looked at the Great Spirit in disbelief, but the Ignika gleamed and both beings disappeared.
In the Ghostly Ether…
The two appeared in a land filled with puffy clouds and a golden sun. Nuhrii. Look here. A golden portal opened up, which showed Ackar inside the protodermis, glowing silver. The Silver Armor was created to obliterate the Rahkshi. But do you think that was its only purpose? Then Tahu rose from the Energized Protodermis, and heaved Ackar out of it. Silver and gold share an everlasting bond. Tahu’s mask glowed gold as he was sucked back into the pool.
The scene shifted to the hospital room. Ackar has been granted with a power greater than a Toa can hold. As has Tahu. But, do you think that the heroes alone possess this? Kiina started screaming at Ackar, who calmly made her realize the truth.
“A villain possesses this power as well,” Nuhrii said.”
Indeed. There are seven beings that have also been granted of a power similar to Ackar’s and Tahu’s. These are the chosen ones, the ones that will write the final story this wall will hold.
The Ignika gleamed, and the two appeared once more at the Wall of Records. “The empire that died is starting to regain its strength. And soon, it will attempt to get its revenge on all who destroyed it.”
“Wait—“ Nuhrii said, looking back at Mata Nui from the Wall of Records. But the Great Spirit had disappeared into thin air. “That could only mean—“
A Rhotuka rustled through the trees, landing at Nuhrii’s feet. The Toa confusedly picked the projectile up, before noticing what Mata Nui had meant. In mere moments, Nuhrii unsheathed his sword and killed the pouncing Kahgarak.
In the Basement…
“We will never give up!” Jala screamed, punching Lewa Mata into a wall. “We can’t, after the way you’ve treated us. All small sets deserve respect.”
“You see? Even you guys call yourselves small,” Pohatu Mata laughed, kicking Hafu into the concrete wall. The Mctoran burst into spare parts, and Maku cringed.
“Eeesh,” Maku muttered. “That wall could kill the clone.”
“So you say,” Tahu said, unsheathing his sword and throwing Kongu into Maku. The two flew straight for the wall, but were caught by Vezon and Kardas, who eyed the Mctoran.
“Well, well, well,” the Piraka mumbled. “What should I do with you two?”
“Anything but kill us,” Huki said, quivering.
“You sure? What if I gave you to the day care?”
“Anything but that too.”
“Oh, well I guess I’ll just flip my dime to find out.”
The dime was Vezon and Kardas’ favorite weapon. It chose between life and death; pizza and broccoli; red and blue. As Vezon tossed it up in the air, the two Matoran prayed, hoped, and really wished for the coin to drop on the life side. After all, it was better than nothing.
“Gotcha!” Jala leaped up into the air, catching the dime and throwing it out the window. The dragon leaped at the Mctoran, but he quickly sidestepped and watched Umbra explode into spare parts.
“You son of—ooh, wheels,” Vezon said, looking at Umbra’s “rollerblades”. “I wonder if I could use this to my advantage...”
In the BIONICLE Room…
“Oh, what fun it is to ride in an Ussanui tonight!” Narrator sung, slamming the vehicle into the Voyatoran, who all collapsed into spare parts.
“Huh,” Tahu Nuva said, glancing at Narrator. “Maybe I should trust you.”
“Well, I did take on a Great Being,” Narrator—“You know what, TN:TS?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.” TTP shimmered into view, startling Tahu Nuva. “How did you get out of the wig salon?”
“First of all, it’s called the Wig Salon Retirement Home. For dead beings.”
“Yes. Apparently everyone you kill off in your comedies ends up there. Teridax, Berix, TSO, et cetera.”
“So how in NAW did you get here?”
“You jailed me there. You didn’t kill me. I wasn’t dead, now, was I?”
“Oh…well then. I guess you’re here to stay then, right?”
“Indeed. Which means…”
“Fine. You’re back as Narrator. Now, you need an upgrade first—“
“—which I’ll be happy to take, kind sir—“
“Don’t screw it up. Then—“
“Excuse me, but do I get a say in this?”
“No, Meta Nuva. This comedy was planned by me, written by me—“
“And posted by me.”
“So what? What power could that possibly give you over this comedy?”
“Enough to do this. HYAHH!” A blast of light slammed into TN:TS, shattering the platinum shell and revealing his true form: a clone of Tahu.
Tahu Nuva looked at TTP, and then at Meta. “A clone of a clone…wow, do I need a day in the EC Unit.”
“Come.” Meta Nuva held out his hand to Narrator, who carefully took it as Meta swung his cape. The two disappeared, reappearing at NAW.
Tahu Mata burst in through the open door, and skidded to a halt upon seeing the two Tahus. “What—how—whatever, I’ll get to that later. Tahu Nuva, come. Gali Nuva’s been stabbed.”
To Be Continued…
I'm starting to trace down the color and font problem to either the flash drive or the document. To iron out those problems, I'll post the epilogue from the document (which will be in 2013) and then create a new document for the second season.
IMPORTANT: The title for the second season will be either Rise, Uprising, or Amidst. Choose one, readers (otherwise known as MT and others who just read but don't post, and for the latter, please do so now) and the one with the most votes will be the name of Season 2.
Also, there will be at least three seasons of TFC. A fourth one is currently being contemplated at this point, along with a sequel.
Also, how would you guys like a prequel?
The Fire Chronicles: Revenge
Chapter 9: Reveal
In the White Spike Mountains…
Certavus looked at Norik. “Then you truly are in danger.”
The Toa, minus Kazi (who sat there like a dead Scarabax) had just finished explaining what had happened at Snowpeak Ruins. Certavus was shaking his head.
“Well, it’s not my fault,” Ahkmou said, turning to leave. Iruini stopped him halfway, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to the icy couch.
“You sure about that?” Certavus said calmly. “I’ve known you for about a day, and I can already tell that you’re as much of a jerk as I was back in my day.
“What do you mean?” Norik queried.
“The Shattering,” Certavus said with a grave tone. The warrior went into the long and dreadful story about the Shattering that you’ve heard a hundred times, so there’s no reason to explain it here.
“Well, can’t argue with that,” Meta said. “My old self would’ve though.”
“Man, is that true. I wonder how he’s doing…”
“I said, I WONDER HOW HE’S DOING!”
“Oh right. On it…”
In the Kitchen…
Maku stood over the still figure of Gali Nuva, with a dagger in her chest. All four Tahus (Mata, Nuva, Tahu, TTP) looked over her, and immediately decided she was dead.
“You no-good-for nothing—“ Tahu Nuva hurled himself at Maku, but she quickly jumped to the side. Tahu Nuva slammed into the wall, and limply fell to the floor.
“Finally! Now I’ve got you, you traitor of a leader!” Maku took another dagger, and thrust it down on Tahu Nuva. It missed by mere millimeters, having a Magma Sword knock into its course.
“Charge!” Tahu Mata, up on a counter, shoved a bowl of Cheetos over the edge, trapping the Mctoran. Suddenly, Mctoran rushed into the kitchen, and together, they ate the Cheetos and lifted the bowl, freeing Maku.
“I am so, so, glad our owner got multiples of us. Now, of course, he did mix and match them, so they wouldn’t be exactly like me.” Jala grabbed a McDonald’s French fry from the microwave and ate it. “One day, he went to the hospital and got fat cut off his stomach. That was the end of him going to McDonald’s.”
“But no matter. You’re surrounded by 700 pieces of sheer power. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
“Well…” TTP muttered. “There kinda—“
“Shut up. I think you’re the faker around here, old self.”
“That sentence didn’t even make sense, Meta. You just used it to put in a Sonic Adventure 2 joke.”
“Sonic Adventure 2 is for old people. Sonic Adventure 2: Battle is where it’s at.”
“Which pretty much means you hate yourself. And that is a sad life to live.”
In the Clearing of Three…
“Hiii,” Kirby said.
“Hey Kirby, what’s up,” Sonic asked.
“Iiii wasn’t talking to you,” Kirby said. “You suck. Iiii was talking to Link.”
‘Well, thanks a lot,” Sonic said. “I’ll just talk to the ground instead.”
“Good. Hiii, Link. How are you doing?”
“I’m doing good. Hey, did you hear that Meta took over the comedy?”
“Yes. It’s niiice.”
“Yeah, it sure is,” Captain Falcon butted in. “Why can’t I get to rule the comedy?”
“Isn’t hosting the specials enough?” Link questioned.
“No. All you guys do is push me around a racetrack with no road. It’s horrible.”
“And beeping hilarious,” R.O.B. added.
“Why can’t I do my own thing? Like fight off an entire army alone?”
“Because you suck,” Link said. “Although it’d be really humorous to see you do that.”
“It would not. I’d kick their butts.”
“What did you say?” a voice said behind him.
Falcon turned around to see none other than Karzahni. He screamed. “AUGH! IT’S ZANT!!!”
Link unsheathed his sword, put a piece of clear duct tape on his mouth, and jumped towards Karzahni. The titan slugged Link away, knocking him into the pool of Energized Protodermis.
“I’m not Zant. I hate Carly Rae Jepsen.” With that, he grabbed Captain Falcon and carried him away.
“Guys!! Help me…” The two disappeared into the woods, with R.O.B. beeping after them.
“You wanted to beep fight an army, well, now’s your bleep chance!!!” R.O.B. continued with a string of words that I’d rather not say.
Suddenly, the surface of the Energized Protodermis became rustled, and out rose a golden armored Link, with the Triforce gleaming on his hand. “I am Link: Toa of the Triforce.”
“Aw, not again,” Sonic facepalmed.
In the House of Creation…
Karzahni stood over Artakha’s bed, smiling as he saw his brother’s heartstone stop glowing. “The deed has been done,” the tyrant whispered. “Artakha is dead.”
In the Kitchen…
The battle raged on, the Mata and Nuva taking out countless amounts of Mctoran. But the battle was slowly falling against the Toa.
Tahu Nuva dueled Jala, who had somehow acquired a toy tomahawk and was beating the plastic out of Tahu Nuva’s swords. “I regret it,” the Nuva said.
“You regret nothing. For you are still the leader, and I am only seven pieces of failure. To you.”
“No. You could lead, you’ve really proven yourself now.”
“So you’d just relinquish your leadership to me? Aw, thanks. Guys, drop your weapons. The war is over.”
“No, Tahu Nuva. You have surrendered to me, haven’t you?”
All the Mata and Nuva turned to look at Tahu Nuva. “What do you—“ “What on earth—“ You did not—“
“But I never did. I am still the leader of the BIONICLEs.”
“No. I’ve ‘proven my worth’, so now isn’t it time for me to rise to my title? The war is over.”
“The war is never over.”
All of the toys, including Tahu and TTP, turned around from where they stood. Gali Nuva stood up, her eyes blazing a rubicund hue.
“The war is never over,” the voice repeated. It was strangely different than Gali Nuva’s voice. It was sophisticated, loud, and deadly. “There is always an opposing side. The side that never stops fighting. The side that goes to unexplainable effort to defeat you.”
“And whose side is that?” Tahu Nuva queried, trembling.
“It is both sides. Always, constantly fighting. There is never an end to it either…because someone always gets in the way.” Gali Nuva sliced Maku’s head off in one stroke, and turned to face Tahu. “And the battle will rage on…until you are dead.”
Tahu had not focused on his past since the battle had begun. But he again, tried to remember…a memory flashed through his head, of a city that was full of “criminals” who dared to think of anything outside the box…a blue and gold throne room that sparkled with danger…and a laboratory with a strange gate in the front, scarred from an uprising of Fire…
The Orderly Empire…headed by one, power-hungry empress: Helryx.
“…I hate you,” Tahu said to the flickering form of Gali Nuva.
“As I hate you,” Helryx said. “And now you finally know…that the power of REVENGE will ultimately destroy you. Mctoran, seize him!”
Well, only two chappys left before I get caught up...