Good day, everyone. I know it's been a long, long time since I updated this, but I've just now gone through and edited every post so you can read the story properly. And since I'm shamelessly bumping this, I'm going to write a small update on how the Bohrok-Kal are doing. In prose rather than script.
"Hello?" The voice echoed through the desolate house. The entire street was in shambles, but this one in particular was very run down. It appeared to have been struck by lightning a few times. To the left was a small, tattered shack, most of which had been blown away during a storm. To the right, there was nothing but rubble. Shards of glass and concrete littered the pavement.
There was no answer to his call, but Kohrak-Kal nonetheless analyzed the echoes of his own cry. Something was alive and moving inside the derelict house. Blatantly ignoring the glass that was stabbing into his mechanical feet, Kohrak stepped inside to investigate.
Inside was in much better shape than outside. Wallpaper still lined several walls, and the carpet appeared to have been washed and cleaned, as parts of it were hanging on a make-shift washing line to try. The furniture had been fixed up with rope and molten metal, a clear sign of who was here.
A ball of silver and brown burst out of the kitchen to greet Kohrak.
"Brother! It's been so long!" Pahrak gleamed. His slightly less mechanical parts were warm to the touch. He was in far better shape than Kohrak was. His armour glistened, despite the lack of ambient light. Not that Kohrak noticed. "How are you?"
Kohrak sighed and felt around for something to sit on. "Oh, I'm wonderful, Everything is great and happy and oh wow... That was a lie. I'm coping. My eyesight keeps on coming and going and I don't know why. I was going to be all pathetic and pull the joke used in Anchor Man 2 but I don't want to now."
Pahrak blinked. "I don't know what Anchor Man is. I thought you were living in the mountains with a tribe of Matoran or something?"
"Used to. We got attacked by some sort of large, deaf monster. It killed pretty much everyone, before deciding to use my head as a chew toy. Hence my temperamental vision. Not that it matters. They were all horrible people anyway. They liked to kill and eat strangers. So I decided to get the heck off this planet. I've been living on a desert island since."
Pahrak blinked again, unsure how to react. Kohrak sighed. "Have you heard from the others?"
At that moment, something sparkled in the dining room. Pahrak jumped up, but Kohrak remained seated, just listening and tipping his head to one side. Another screech of the word "Brother!" informed Kohrak that whoever it was, they were friendly.
"Oh my. I'm early. I'm never early!" It was Lehvak-Kal, as bouncy as ever. "Must be some sort of Smissmas miracle! Kohrak, you look awful."
"Gee, thanks, remind me of all my suffering, why not?" Kohrak growled.
"Sorry to hear that, brother. But for me, things have never been better! I met the most wonderful being. He gave me these cool powers. I'm like a deity now!"
Kohrak and Pahrak blinked. Blinking was becoming rather commonplace around here.
"So some god came along and gave you special powers?" Kohrak asked.
"Pretty much. I'm like his apprentice. I cover for him when he's busy sleeping with whatever he's shapeshifted into this time. Not sure where Levik is right now though, he said he fancied making peace on a world filled with cold, mechanical monsters. His brother said he was the "Captain Kirk of the Kronospasts." I admit I don't get that reference."
More blinking from Kohrak and Pahrak was briefly interrupted by the appearance of Gahlok and Nuhvok outside. They were arguing.
"I told you they wouldn't be here, Nuhvok. You've spent way too long in that human place before you came to pick me up and look what's happened!"
"Shush, Gahlok, they're probably just late!"
"You shush! They-oh."
Nuhvok and Gahlok paused. Pahrak grinned while Kohrak just sighed again.
"So the only person not here is Tahnok?" Gahlok sniffed.
"Pretty much, How have you two been? Oh hey, I can see again. I think tipping my head to one side affects my vision."
Gahlok pulled up a chair and sat next to Kohrak. He'd had a lot of work done to his body. A lot of work. He looked more like a Baterra than a Bohrok. "That's because I now work as an ambassador between the Baterra and the hostile Spherus Magna races!" Gahlok explained. "Baterra can't talk very well, so I talk for them. I had to get a lot of work done though so I could live with them. I can shapeshift now."
"Me too! Levik gave me all these cool god powers and it's been so awesome!" Lehvak exclaimed, raising his hand-shield for a high-five. "What about you, Nuhvok?"
Nuhvok tilted his head back and forth, going through the various ways he could answer Lehvak's question. Working as a dish washer and as a shield generator didn't sound as awesome as working with the Baterra or being the side kick to a god. "Um, I went back to that human world. The one where that Medic person was from. The red versus blue one. I'm, um, retired, really. I just help Medic by cooking for the team and making sure the RED humans don't try and break in during the night."
Yet more blinking.
"Stop blinking, darn it!" Lehvak shouted. "You happy, Nuhvok?"
"Then you're fine. What about Tahnok?"
Everyone stopped blinking and their gaze fell to the floor.
"Didn't you hear, Lehvak?" Kohrak whispered.
Gahlok shifted in his chair. Pahrak rubbed his eyes.
"Tahnok died. The Toa got him."
Lehvak opened his mouth but nothing came out. He tried again. "W-what do you mean?"
"When the Toa went evil, he tried to save a village of Matoran by teleporting them into an underground cave system..." Nuhvok spoke slowly, noting the importance of what he was saying. "He managed to teleport 215 Matoran and 20 Rahi... But he failed to teleport himself... All of himself..."
"Why do you think I went to the Baterra, why Kohrak went to his island, why Nuhvok left this planet, this universe completely?" Gahlok was also doing that Lehvak-is-dumb-speak-slowly thing.
Everyone fell silent again, trying to take it all in again.
"Um, what are you all sulking about?"
Tahnok stood in the doorway, grinning with glee. He had an eye missing and his hand-shields didn't match, not to mention the tubes and cuts and scars and dents in his body, but he was still Tahnok.
"Explain. Now." Nuhvok hissed.
"The Matoran and Rahkshi finished fixing me a couple of months ago. I was scouting the area when I noticed a strange electro-magnetic field and decided to investigate. How dare you have a family reunion without me!"
Lehvak, Pahrak and Gahlok all rushed over, glomping Tahnok in a massive tacklehug. After an awkwardly long hug, they finally let go. Everyone sat down while Pahrak fetched a plate of cookies from the kitchen.
"So, about those Toa?" Lehvak asked. "What about them? They all still, um, weird?"
"Oh yes, the Toa Zombie Cannibal virus is still a thing..." Tahnok paused. "They've killed so many... And to think it all started so suddenly... I mean, look at this place!"
"You know what?" Nuhvok's eyes lit up. "I've got an idea."
"You have?" Kohrak asked. "That's new."
"Hey, wait until I've said it before you judge!" Nuhvok snapped, before calming down. "I think, now we're all back together... I think we have the strength to fight back..."
"It's not our fight though..." Kohrak sighed. "Most Matoran don't want out help."
"That's not true!" Tahnok butted in. "The Matoran want any help they can get. If you are all willing, that is."
"I am!" Gahlok raised his hand.
"Me too. Engineer can build his own darn giant shield!" Nuhvok smiled.
"Count me in, I'm sick of wandering around the desert making desserts on my own!" Pahrak leaped from his chair, half-chewed cookie falling from his mouth.
"I'm stuck here until Levik's done whatever he's doing, so I'm in too!" Lehvak giggled.
Tahnok turned to Kohrak. "You in?"
"Sure. Shall we head off then?"
"Not before I've had a cookie..." Tahnok grinned, glad to have the team back together. "Bloody Bahrag, I've missed you..."