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Droids 2

Chapter 1-Journeyman

Kukra wandered the streets of Onu-Metru, looking for signs of those he was searching for. He had gotten a lead that a yellow and black droid had been spied in this area, when he found tracks he discovered he was right.
He followed the tracks into an alley and flipped back his cloak; it was cold tonight, colder than usual. And the air had a thick staleness to it. He heard a crash and watched a dumpster come flying around a corner. He pulled out his kanoka launcher and hit it with a levitation disk causing to it to float in mid air.
“Icthus, Nylun!” Kukra yelled out in the cold. He thought it just might snow. Then he heard the buzzing. He jumped around the corner and watched two small droids argue with each other. One was black with long yellow claws. The other was army green, lime and silver. The black one did not talk but used gestures instead and the green one responded in some sort of cryptic code. It seemed the black one was troubled by something and had thrown the dumpster in anger. When the black one saw him he turned and ran. Kukra swore, he looked different from when they had first met and they didn’t recognize him. He chased after them, but they were to fast, disappearing like shadows. He finally decided to let them know who he was.
“It’s Kukra, something happened to me, I’m not a toa anymore, now will you two come out and talk!” Kukra yelled out. An old matoran stuck her head out her apartment to see what the entire ruckus was about.
“Nothing miss, just looking for my droids, they seem to have gotten away from me,”
“Well keep it down, some of us like to sleep don’t ya know!”
“I’ll keep that in mind…” Kukra hadn’t slept in weeks. He heard the buzzing again, but it was quieter this time, and seemed to be getting closer. Then Nylun and Ichthus walked out from behind an alleyway and revealed themselves to Kukra. Kukra was relieved with joy and went up to embrace the two. Tears filled his eyes.
“Hush, we must find a place of refuge,” Nylun said in a low tone. Kukra followed the two to a junked up apartment, Icthus peered out the musty shutters then locked the door.
“I thought I was never going to find you guys!” Kukra sighed.
“Yes, but you must keep quiet, we’re on the top part of the Vahki’s watch list, now tell me, how long have you been looking for us?” Nylun asked. Icthus glared at Kukra like he was an enemy.
“Three years, and a lots changed,” Kukra sighed.
“Indeed, its been hard to keep up with everything going on, as for Scar’s Vahki form, do you know of his location?” Nylun asked.
“The coliseum, his squad patrols the fields inside,” Kukra replied. A loud crash came from the alley below. Icthus looked out the shutters, then looked back at Nylun.
“Oh scrap,” Nylun cursed. Another crash came, it was closer this time. Icthus seemed to be panicking to Nylun. “What do you want me to do about it!” Nylun exclaimed. Icthus peered out again. When he looked back this time he had his claws up in a defensive position.
“Pull out your launcher, and lets go,” Nylun said quietly.
“But-“
“Shhh!” The three made their way down the stairs and out the front door into the street. They crossed it and head for another alley. When Kukra turned back to look an explosion erupted out of the apartment. He thought he saw a silhouette; it was vague but looked familiar somehow. It seemed to be looking in their direction. Then it jumped into the air with surprising speed. Next thing Kukra knew he was on the ground and a huge thud echoed out into the night. Two green eyes peered down at him, Nylun and Icthus were back at the end of the alley.
The figure waved one of its arms and the smoke cleared around the two. A long beam of energy erupted out of the arm casting a glow onto its user. Kukra gasped.
“…Scar?” Kukra asked in fear. The figure only laughed an odd laugh that hurt Kukra’s ears, it sounded like gears grinding. Scar raised his blaster to Kukra’s mask. Kukra tried to move but found his whole body inert. His explanation came when a squad of Vahki came stomping around the corner. They looked at Scar and then back down at the matoran.
“Take him,” Scar said turning around, but before he got any farther Icthus was all over him. Icthus dug his claws into Scar’s armor. Scar didn’t have to think twice, he twisted his body to the left and jumped backwards with surprising speed into the wall of the alley. Icthus slammed into the solid protodermis, he was shaken but fine. Nylun tried sending the Vahki viruses but there seemed to be only another solid wall, inside the vahki’s processors.
“Icthus, these Vahki are obviously not the usual law enforcement,” Nylun transmitted. Icthus used his usual body language “Naw, you think!?” Nylun scoffed him off and turned to face the Vahki, he used an encrypted channel and called the nearby law enforcers assigned to guard over this sector. Nylun buzzed to Icthus that they were coming and to hide until Scar and the ‘other’ Vahki were distracted then make a move for Kukra. Sure enough the law enforcers, a squad of Rorzahk charged down the street. Two more came from other alleys and a fourth from the other end of the road. Scar laughed again.
“Fire!” he shouted. Kukra smiled, just like old times…sort of, stun blasts and disks everywhere, then a stray weakening disk hit him and he blacked out.
Icthus and Nylun ran to the end of the alley, Icthus grabbed Kukra then jumped onto a dumpster and up onto the roof. Nylun followed but pointed out some Vahki had spotted them. They’re going to send another squad after us… Nylun jumped into another alley and started slamming on a weak point in the floor. Icthus landed softly and pulled out one set of his claws. The two large blades stabbed the ground and a foul stench came from the holes. Another jab and the three had their escape rout into the sewers.
They plunged into the darkness only to be met by a sewer droid. The droid started whirring and beeping in a loud pitch. Its bright orange processor glowed in the dreary light, hardly any lightstones were placed down here. The three ventured past the small robot and continued down the tunnel. Kukra was starting to stir but he was still far from being awake. Nylun turned around and noticed that the little droid was following them. Nylun unscrambled its channel.
Matoran…matoran sighted…must get matoran out of sewers…all others come last…flooding imminent.
The same message played on and on. Nylun looked down the tunnel with his third eye, scanning his saw nothing of interest, a ghekula was swimming a couple of meters up ahead but that was it. Suddenly more beeping filled the tunnel. Three more sewer droids wattled around on the sidewalks of the tunnel, their specially shaped feet preventing them from slipping into the deep murky channels of sewage just a few feet away. Icthus looked around at the all of them, more were coming, they were trying to get to Kukra but Icthus was just too tall for them. Nylun scanned one more time, this time he found it, a channel was being opened up in this area to reduce problems on the other end of the metru.
“We have to go!” Nylun said. Icthus motioned upwards, they were still underneath the fight zone. More sewer droids piped in and their glowing orange brains now lit up the room.
“They’re gonna know we’re down here anyway with all that racket!” Nylun yelled over the beeping.
Icthus pointed behind him and shrugged, too late for that. Seven Vahki fell in through a manhole, the Vahki being used by Scar. They’re eyes almost hinted at hate when they walked forward, stun guns charging, fresh kanoka teleporting into their disk trays. Now the twenty something sewer droids stopped whirring and an errie silence filled the tunnels. Nylun and Itchus looked at the little droids, theyre legs folded up around their hips and their folded up and tucked into the their body.
They were getting ready for the flood. Nylun folded open his right gauntlet and out folded a grappling hook. He shot it up and told Icthus to get Kukra on. They loaded Kukra on and Nylun spun up to the manhole above while Icthus turned to face the Vahki. Claws up in front he was ready.
Suddenly a huge roar filled the room, Icthus looked up at a small hole of light, he saw Nylun’s shadow and heard his voice shouting something. But he couldn’t make it out over the roar. Icthus turned to look at the end of one of the large tunnels, water, sewage, and Mata Nui knows what else poured out of the tunnel and flooded the area. In an instant the sidewalks were covered and the twenty foot high pipe was completely full of gushing liquid. Icthus watched the random sewer droids get caught by the water and float away in the rapids, then it was his turn. Icthus braced himself and the sewage rushed over him. He tumbled end over end and felt the rush of the liquids all around him for who knows how long. For a second he saw the squad of Vahki tossing and turning, their optics still glowing, but their body’s horribly mangled. But then he realized, they were still functioning, swimming towards him. Vahki could walk, run, crawl on four legs, fly and even swim, but they weren’t the best. They used the current to help them and let their kanoka teleport into their trays. Off the disks went, aided by the current they narrowly missed Icthus. He tried moving his legs but they were like lead in the thick fluids. He wasn’t designed to swim, instead he would probably sink. He would probably sink…
Icthus immediately stopped trying to stay afloat and started sinking then he tried to swim towards the bottom, it wasn’t much but he hit the bottom and dug his claws into the bottom of the tunnel. The Vahki, who were to busy trying to swim towards Icthus with the current flew right past him. They moved with the current and continued downstream…to who knows where.
He waited for the flood to pass. It seemed like years, Icthus really wasn’t a big fan of anything liquid.
The surge finally stopped and Icthus let the remaining current from the usual channel drift him slowly over to a ladder. Climbing out and into the early dusk of Onu-Metru.
His circuits clogged with sludge and other unmentionable waist, he looked around the rundown neighborhood. Fires blazed, mortar on the streets, buildings half frozen, half burning. Vaporized holes in the street, stunned matoran, even floating debris filled the area. He followed Nylun’s signal into the basement of an ex-disk shop.
Icthus shrugged. “Now what?”
“I don’t know, but we have to find a way to stop that thing,” Nylun replied.
“What about the other one, couldn’t it be nearby too?” he motioned.
“I honestly don’t know, as such both have been able to allude my scanners, but not your early warning system,”
“They don’t register with any other kind of usual or AI droid…”
“Then they must be…”
Icthus’ eyes flickered on and off. “Of the same design codec…”
“That’s all I can come up with, now we have to go, Ko-Metru, at least there we can hide out for a while,”
Icthus nodded and picked up Kukra. The firefighter droids and Rorzahk were on their way anyway.
DtM

This post has been edited by Dinobot The Maximal: Jun 11 2006, 02:26 PM

Chapter 2- Icy Circuits


“His incompetence is to high…”
“Indeed…”
“We should give him more…”
“No, too much will give him to much to think about, he’ll forget his loyalties…”
He stopped listening in on their conversation on the other side of the black glass wall, it was getting boring, the same old blah of their communications, wasting air, energy and overall, time.
He looked up to his ‘twin’ being charged with six billion volts, energy-chained to the protodermis cage. All failures turned out this way, which is why he didn’t start anything he couldn’t finish.
“SD1T2 001 respond,”
Now they were cutting in on him. He clicked the comm. program twice to let them know he was still functional.
“Ko-Metru, seek and destroy the SD2T1, retrieve your predecessor, and figure out if this matoran registers to the name ‘Kukra’,”
He processed that little bit several times, they had been found too fast, their rewired undercovers were getting better, and larger and in numbers. It was the usual mission, but with a twist this time.
He rose to his feet and picked up his beam rifle and loaded it with a fresh canister of energy.
“Oh and, this is the last time you come back with nothing and the last time we search for these outlaws, period,”
They were growing tired of the chase…interesting…
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“This should suffice,” Nylun ran into an old weathered part of a tower that had broken off,”
“Seriously though,” Kukra started. “What’s with Scar?”
Nylun and Icthus looked at each other and then back at Kukra. “We have plenty of evidence to prove that it is not Scar, he registers SECD1T2, or Security Droid version 1 Type 2, there is another as well SD1T2, Seer Droid version 1 type 2, but neither ever pick up on my scanners, only Icthus when they’re really close by,”
“Wait…another one!”
“Yes the seer resembles-“
“Zaker…”
“Correct, but they aren’t Zaker, Scar, or even something at Icthus’ level, but we think they might be made by Icthus’ developers, wanting revenge for that whole incident three years ago…”
“I can only imagine how they felt about the whole thing,”
“Yes, it caused quite an upset all over the city, many droids were reduced to scrap just for nothing,”
Icthus nodded and tilted his head towards the exit.
“He’s right, we should be leaving for now, this isn’t safe enough,”
“But wait…what do we do with those two on our tails?”
“We run, there’s nothing left to do but run, when everybody is after you,”
“No,” Kukra grinned.
“What is it now?” Nylun asked stepping towards the door.
“You fight fire with fire, Scar always used to say,”
“By that you think we should-“ Nylun didn’t get to finish his sentence, dust and snow came raining down on them, shortly after, rumble, kanoka, icicles and energy blasts. Icthus broke a hole in the rubble leading out the way they had come in. He tilted his head and motioned for them to run. Then more enemy fire rained down on them. Using his claws as shields he deflected the blasts and held off the advancers…for the moment.
“We can’t just leave him behind!” Kukra was enraged and loaded a disk into his launcher and fired it up through the spire, it must’ve hit one of the Vahki right in the head. The body came tumbling down in quadroped mode and quickly converted, flipped and landed on the ground, still dishing out stun fire.
Nylun grabbed Kukra around the neck with his clawed feet and flipped onto his hands, speeding out of the room and throwing Kukra to the ground.
When the two looked up all they saw were the dark Vahki, charging their guns and loading Kanoka. Nylun would’ve sent out a distress signal but the Keehrak were already after the dark Vahki. The closest tower had been crawlling with them and now they were jumping off the spire and right onto the dark vahki. Sending stun blasts and kanoka on their way down, the Dark Vahki returned with their own arsenal. About a dozen on each side were scrap before they hit the ground. The dark Vahki charged the Keehrak, using their stunguns like blades and cutting their cousins in halfs and quarters. The Keehrak just kept leaping off the tower though. And more were on the way. But now the rest of the Dark Vahki were coming out of the old part of the tower. Inside Icthus was horrible outnumbered and not doing well, these Vahki seemed to share his tactical thinking. Kukra continued firing disks and dodging Vahki blasts, hoping not to be knocked out again. Nylun called for even more reinforcements, more Dark Vahki poured out of the sewers and Keehrak and various security droids came from anywhere in the metru.
Icthus finally sprang free and began climbing out of the hole the intruders had come in. He looked up and saw an odd looking silhouette from the snowy light above, his warning scanners were on the fritz, it was SD1T2!
He climbed as fast he could, doding fire from both sides. SD was shooting some sort of beam rifle, energy lanced out and vaporized the air in its path, while more fire from Dark Vahki rained up and down. He made it to a ledge and lunged in the air, outstretching his claws he caught SD in his hand and slammed him down into the hole from whence he came. Another Dark Vahki broke his fall and the rest that were standing guard with SD were tossed down the hole, in several pieces.
It was an all out battlefield, now stray Rahi that had been agitated came out, a very large Nui-Jaga that had been dwelling underneath the large broken piece of tower crawled out, scrapping several vahki and droids. The Nui-Jaga fired it’s stinger at anything in it’s path, the acid melting the droids into slag.
SD1T2 ran out of the broken tower with the surviving dark vahki and flipped onto the stinger. Sliding down, he aimed his rifle at the head of the Rahi and fired. The Rahi let out a howl, sending acid raining up into the sky, then back down again, it stumbled, crushing more of the metal fighters and fell, Acid oozing out like a mini flash flood and scrapping more droids.
Nylun was now fighting back, using his claws and fists to Scrap all the Dark Vahki and any other droid that tried to scrap him.
Kukra was riding on top of a headless Dark Vahki, steering it with it’s cortex cord, and firing at will.
Icthus looked down at the piece of crystal, all the missed blasts had shattered it, it was going down. He jumped into the air and grabbed Kukra and ran for it. Nylun, followed close behind, running on all four limbs. They continued running when two beams of light nearly missed them. Nylun looked up and scanned. A droid, like nothing they had ever seen before, one arm wielded an impressive beam rifle and the other ended halfway into two long metal rods. On it’s back it looked like it had stored more attachments for it’s weapons. It’s one blue eye pulsed and it fired again.
“SECD2T1, never seen it before, but it registers with Icthus’ make,”
“Another one!?” Kukra looked like he was about to explode.
Three more Vahki stepped out along the ledge where the new comer had been standing, two were registered as Dume’s personal Vahki, and the third everybody knew, Scar.
The droid looked over at Scar and shot his finger at the three. Scar nodded and leaped off the edge, the other two went into quadruped mode and scuttled down after.
Kukra glanced back at the battle that was still raging back where the clump of tower had collapsed, rubble and snow were everywhere, but their were survivors starting to shoot up out of the crystal, while others who were out of range continued reducing each other to spare parts.
Icthus was taking no prisoners her leapt halfway up to where the new droid stood and jammed his claws into one of Scar’s two heralds, then fired it’s stunguns at it’s counterpart. Both Vahki landed on the ground in a heap right behind Scar. Scar flipped and fired a stun blast so fast at Kukra that he never saw it coming. Nylun commanded the Vahki to stand down but Scar just kept coming. Knocking over rubble with nothing but determination, a true enforcer.
Nylun pounced at Scar. Twisting his hip joint and spinning his legs like a rotor, Scar raised his gun to block but Nylun grabbed onto it with his claws and flew down over the stun gun clobbering Scar right in the left optic sensor. The Vahki backed down, it’s eye sparking. Icthus jumped off the building in an attempt to get Scar from above, but the other droid fired three shots in the his back. Icthus hit the ground limp as a ragdoll, and without his shock sensors online to protect him he suffered heavy damage.
Nylun looked back now, SD1T2 was coming right for him with a group of Dark Vahki. The new droid began firing at anything that moved. SD1T2 hid behind a pile of rubble and fired his phaser back, with perfect aim he vaporized the ledge and sent the droid plummeting. Nylun took this moment of distraction and folded open his right fist armor, quickly drilling into Scar’s body he extracted the main chips and stored them safely in his armor, he then grabbed Icthus and the drowsy Kukra and ran as fast as he could for the nearest chute. Which wasn’t very fast for a droid of his make.
Icthus had never taken so much damage, Nylun scanned his body with his third eye, Kukra was awake now too and running on his own, they had made their way to the chute, passing a squad of Vahki going towards the chaos they just left back at the destroyed tower.
“We’re going to Le-Metru, I can hook up with some friends there and we can find Zulu,” Kukra said.
“Zulu lives in Le Metru now?” Nylun asked.
“Yeah, he has a small, not to decent place, the last remaining Razar bike is in there somewhere, the old guy might have some answers anyway, and we’ll need that bike,”
“And maybe a body for Scar...” Icthus slowly motioned out. Nylun nodded, examining the chipset, wondering where Scar’s original body was, having been shutdown by order of Turaga Dume,”
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Rogan fell back in line with the surviving Vahki from the mission in Ko-Metru, he had let his superiors down and made his creators look bad. The mystery seer droid with the phaser, seemed to be leading the reprogrammed vahki in the battle, strange as it was, everything about the droid was familiar. Not just the fact that it closely resembled the ‘criminal’ of the original conflict with artificial intelligence, Zaker, but it reminded him of his make and that of his long lost brother codename ‘project Icthus’. He had only seen scans and video footage of Icthus before and after Zaker got to him.
Rogan was an improvement however, his creators really tried to demolish all that was left of Zulu’s robotics career after the whole Zaker incident was over. Showing their droids were to be much more useful, his creators, were never very open to him, just to Dume and others who were interested in their work.
He was, above all other things, a replacement, for the security droid Scar, created to stop Zaker. Scar, from what he knew, finally caught Zaker after to many Vahki and droids were lost in battles, teaming up with a mutant, Varon, which before hand tried to eliminate Scar for Zaker’s cause. And still utilizing the help of multiple matoran just to get his job done.
He however, would be much more efficient, not as ‘smart’ according to his creators, he would be much more obedient. He had led his team with all of his skill, but he had failed to capture the rogue seer droid, Nylun, Icthus, and the matoran Kukra. He had to face the consequences now, the Vahki he had led into battle shoved his disarmed figure into a rig where cables were attached, he was then electrocuted, apparently this helped him learn from his mistakes, he didn’t see how, he couldn’t think straight because of all the pain. The pain...then everything went black.

Chapter 3- Razor edged

Kukra and the two AI droids arrived on Zulu’s doorstep early the next morning. They had a long night trying to avoid Vahki patrols and curious matoran narcs. Upon answering the door Zulu looked like he had seen a ghost, he quickly let them in, just as five Rorzahks passed down the street.
“Quickly...quickly come in, get away from the windows Icthus!” Zulu tried to pull the away at the droid who was peering through the dusty shutters. The small condo type building was set in a shady run down part of town, acceptable after Zulu’s mass failure and all the damages his projects caused for the city.
Kukra looked around, the place was a wreck, dust and some mold collecting, peeling paint, rusted protodermis. Not to mention the clutter, scraps of machinery and paper littering the house and its furniture. A lone photograph sat on Zulu’s main desk, a picture of his entire team and their first major project, Zaker, in a group. Zulu’s eyes looked so hopeful and full of life and ideas. Now though, they were dim, hopeless and nervous.
“I-I-I know its not much...b-but we make do,” Zulu cracked a tiny smile which quickly faded as the group of three looked up at him. “...WELL, what brings you three here?” he asked nervously.
“We’re on the run, then again not much ever changes,” Nylun glared at his creator with all three eyes. Nylun had been brought into creation early to help stop Zaker, if the Turaga had known that Nylun was just Zaker, but a different make and personality he would’ve had the green and lime droid scrapped before he even got off the production bay. Zulu’s complete giving up on the world had scarred the once curious and intelligent Nylun, now Nylun had to survive on his own, without his fathers help, not that Zulu would ever off any now.
“Oh, but Nylun...”
“But nothing Zulu!” Nylun’s armored fist flipped an old table over, sending its contents all over the messy room. “You gave up on everything, your hopes, dreams and most of all your children, you let Zaker be locked up in the coliseum and shut offline, serving as a trophy for the Turaga, and you let Scar loose his freedom, going back to being the same old obedient dog, and did you EVER try to find me? NO! You stayed at home with your cluttered ideas and even messier life style and let it all go to waste,” Nylun yelled out. Icthus motioned for him to keep it down. “No! Let them find us, then maybe this waste of a mask can loose all of it this time, harboring three fugitives like this,” Zulu looked like he was going to just fall into the fetal postion, but he sighed then showed the three of them to the basement...which was suspiciously hidden beneath various objects of no surprise, a chair, stacks of papers....and was that Fikou webbing?
“You keep a Fikou!” Kukra exclaimed.
“...Yes she is a bit edgy but she finds her home in the crawl space under the basement,” Zulu showed them down through the trap door. The basement was well lit and looked just like the upstairs, except with more mechanical parts, various small droids sat on a shelf, offline. A beam of light flickered on and an M2 merge droid shot out through some junk. Its staffs crackling with static energy, it backed down and then pointed at a door off to the right and its eye started pulsing and it seemed to be complaining to Zulu in an odd change in pitch of its movement gears.
“Sigh, lets go see it then,” Zulu cracked open the door. Inside it was covered with a thick vine, Kukra thought it was the legendary morbuzahk at first, but he was wrong, it was just an overgrown Daku that had been pacified by the removal of its threatening parts. A hiss came from the other end of the room and a Fikou launched itself at Kukra.
“ARGH! GET THIS THING OFF ME!” Kukra tried to pry it off as it clamped down and got ready to bite.
“NO! Bad KouKou!” Zulu snapped and pulled out a piece of a staff from the original M1 merge droids, and smacked the bug over its back three times. It screached and backed off, bumping into something in the darkness screeching again and climbing up onto the ceiling.
That’s when they noticed the burn marks, the plant had been burned in various places from extreme concentrated blasts of heat. Several beings registered to Nylun’s database, the least had the best match to the marks. The being, had plenty of rahkshi, and the toa/matoran/turaga deal going on its genetic makeup, a great deal was also mechanical, like special droids registered, and even some of the errie slumbering bohrok and many signatures of Rahi and other things that weren’t in his database.
It called itself Varon of the flames, witnesses of his power assume that is where he was spawned in Karzahni, no archivists knew when and how he had gotten down there, just that it was long enough ago.
Something stirred in the dark corner and dust and molds flew into the air. Armor was heard clanging and two fierce orange eyes lit up. Nylun quickly rescanned, sure enough the creature was Varon. It stepped out of the darkness and looked at Zulu, then back at the other three. Varon was an intelligent being, slowly regaining his competence upon reawakening.
“Why are these three here....” he said in a gruff monotone voice and shot a look at Zulu.
“Varon, I had no intention of them discovering your existence here...” Zulu replied.
“Fool, now if any of them are to be interrogated they could reveal my location, it was risk enough allowing one being to know where I had chosen refuge but four,” the beast shook its head and reached for its staff which was hidden in a crack in the wall. “All else aside, why have you come to this place Icthus?” Varon’s eyes burnt with curiosity, he had seen nobody from the time of his awakening besides Zulu for quite some time.
“We came here for quick refuge as well,” Kukra stated.
“Did I ask YOU?!” Varon’s temper flared and the room temperature with it. “Matoran do not speak to me unless spoken to!” he looked at Kukra with utter disgust, afterall his race had been the one who had imprisoned him.
“Forgive him being of the flames,” Nylun said with respect. “We are on a mission, there are two droids running around registering under Zaker’s and Scar’s make with several differences, but just enough so that they can suspect Zulu, we came for help, and to warn him, and now to warn you,” Nylun’s third eye dare not do one task for fear of the creature suspecting him. Varon looked at him for a minute then grasped his staff even tighter.
“Then we must be going, I will accompany you, and if that hulk of a droid back that way wants to it can to, it will allow the matoran filth to keep up,” he walked towards the other end of the basement where they had yet to visit, it was a bit cleaner and in the corner sat a silent Razar bike. “Though I must admit, to challenge your government and the ways of your people the way you do, you are the most honorable of your race,”
Kukra tried to avoid the creatures racism, he helped Zulu activate the Razar and within an hour they were off.
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Varon had taken charge for the most part, he had spent the majority of his life running, then again everybody in the group had except Kukra.
“We will head to the coliseum and find Scar’s body,” Varon stalked with them in the shadows. “Reactivate Zakers body, then flee for our lives with those two in toe,”
“What if we run into those six new toa that’ve been all over the media lately?” Kukra asked.
“Toa are not a problem, large amounts of Vahki are,” Varon scoffed as they approached the gates, guarded by Dume’s signature black and red armored Vahki, then a loud system of bleeps and shrill noises came over the intercom, Vahki code, to fast for matoran to hear normally and on a high frequency but it was a bit slurred to reach the entire coliseum. The Vahki stood alert and half of them entered quadroped mode and stormed towards the groups hiding place, as the gates opened more Vahki poured out.
“We’ve been found out,” Varon swore and gripped his staff, igniting it with two ends of searing fire. Leaping from the darkness off the cat walk and shooting fireballs at the Vahki’s optical sensors. The vahki, blinded scrambled around, sending kanoka and energy blasts all over.
Taking their chance Icthus lept off the catwalk and took down more of the Vahki, letting their firepower bounce off of his armor. Three Vahki unfolded into biped and raised their stun guns and tried to use them as melee weapons.
Icthus blocked one with each dual clawed hand and just as the center one closed in, the black and yellow droid flipped up and connected a kick in the center’s Kanoka tray. The tray, slightly warped and sparking, started malfunctioning, kanoka disks teleported into the tray at random and fired off, the vahki tried to contain its mouth and ran itself into a solid protodermis wall in full panic. If Icthus had a mouth he would grin as the other two Vahki looked at each other and then back. Charging, Icthus rammed one set of claws into the left Vahki’s gut, and double kicked the other in its left hand side optic. Icthus raised his hand, with claws still in the Vahki, and swung his arm round. Vahki connected with Vahki at ramming speed and the two were sent spiraling into the ground several meters off.
Nylun dodged and blocked, kicked and punched, taking out two Vahki before his servos started to tire. His third eye raised and fired an electronic message to a dozen vahki, the maximum he could control, and led his mindless soldiers into battle with their comrades, using forms of combat Vahki were not familiar with. Sensing a disturbance, Nylun turned around to see a Kraahu about to swipe him to the ground. But it was to late, the Kraahu slammed the modified seer droid into the ground with brute force.
Varon looked up from combat to see three Kraahu limbs flying at him. The beast grabbed a Vahki and slung it head first into one of the bladed limbs, sending it spiraling off track. Varon ducked as the second one came by and ignited it with an enormous fireball. The arm hit another Vahki and severed its head, the molten metal exploding on impact and dissolving the rest of the stuttering machine into slag. But just like Nylun, it was to late, the third arm had curved around and caught Varon in the neck and pushed him right into a wall.
Kukra fired all of his Kanoka disks at the Kraahu, only to be taken down by the remaining Vahki with another weaken disk. Icthus flipped up on the currently three legged machine, the beast knew it was there and launched its other three legs . Icthus deflected two, and narrowly missed getting sliced in half by the third. Icthus flipped down and sunk his claws into one of the empty sockets of one of the arm, then jumping to the other two sockets, taking them out too. The Kraahu’s five functional arms spun round in a swarm, ready to take down Icthus.
Out of knowwhere two lone disks flew out and froze two of the arms solid, shattering as they hit the ground. The Kraahu turned its head in rage to determine the origin of the two disks. The mechanoid made the fault this time, Razar lept off a rooftop and converted to quadroped mode and grabbed hold of a third arm, pile driving it into a mass of Vahki, and firing its own stun blasts at the rest of the red and black Vahki’s sensors. The Kraahu sent its last two arms at Icthus, doing what he did best, Icthus batted each away like they were Kinlokas’s and lept high into the air, sinking his claws into the head of the Vahki Kaita, it sparked and fitted and lost control, falling to the ground, along with its two arms.
Icthus brushed the impact off and looked at the advancing Vahki, and watched the Razar try to fight them off while it retreated. Sure enough a series of concentrated balls of molten slag sped into the heads of the Vahki, dropping like flies, Varon surrounded them by a wall of fire and closed it into a cage, getting tighter and tighter, cutting the Vahki to pieces with sheer heat.
Nylun was up now too, monitoring Kukra’s vitals.
“He’s been hit by a disk again, seems to be a magnet for those these days...” Nylun said as a tiny probe extended from his fist and electrocuted Kukra awake.
“SHEESH! Can you at least warn me when your going to do that!” the matoran exclaimed.
“Hush, they’re on full alert now, but we’ve taken out the majority of their available security,” Varon willed his staff to his fist and lept high up the coliseum gate and climbed on over the wall. Nylun and Icthus used their claws to climb up, while Razar toted Kukra up the chiseled wall.
The floor was relatively silent, the group rushed off the main floor, with the possibility of it fluctuating out of control, or by the will of Turaga Dume. Making their way into the inner working of the coliseum, they readied their weapons and set off for the cryo chambers.

Chapter 4- Revival


The cryo chambers in the coliseum were meant for keeping Rahi temporarily, or keeping injured matoran asleep after a bad game of akinili until a doctor was made available. For a long while now though it contained the remains of Zaker and Scar’s AI security droid body. Quickly and silently Varon cleared the way and showed Nylun to the locked up chambers, Nylun quickly defrosted the bodies and set Icthus to reboot Zaker, while he played the hard job of rewiring Scar’s cerebral cortex with his personality chips.
Then a loud explosion came from outside. More Vahki could be heard coming in AND out of the coliseum and stun blasts and kanoka filled the air.
The coliseums secondary security, M1 merge droids, relics of their age, emerged from various hallways and ran for the battle scene taking place. Varon got up and followed two of the droids to the commotion.
“STAY here, Razar, Matoran, guard the door,” and he was gone.
Just as Kukra got up to go for the door he heard the sound of air crackling out of existence and watched Varon go flying back down the hall, propelled by a blast of white hot energy.
“And just WHERE do you think your going, foul oragnic!” Kukra looked down the hall to see Varon imbedded in a wall. Looking the other way he saw the assailant, Kukra finally got a good look at the Scar impersonater.
Overall the droid was black and silver with piercing dark green eyes, instead of a flame sword his was fueled on pure energy, and his feet were spiked on the bottom.
“Kukra!” the droid yelled out in surprise, then charged after the matoran. Icthus barely got in the way of the charge, stopping the droid temporarily. He motioned to go back in and drew his claws to the evil Scar’s energy blade. Hatred shone in Dark Scar’s eyes as he viewed Icthus up and down.
“YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT OUT THIS TIME TRAITOR!” the droid howled and sliced at the air advancing on Icthus, the tight hallway didn’t give much room to maneuver. Just as Dark Scar passed the open door three tendrils reached out and bored into his system. “ARGH! ZAKER!” the droid seemed to know everything about the group. But it was to late, Zaker, not even two minutes out of the cold, was hacking into the Security Droid, folding into a box shape and rewiring the inside of the Dark Scar and taking control.
“OH MAN have I missed this!” Zaker said through his audios and partially through Dark Scar’s/
“GET OUT!” the green eyes lit up, Icthus aim, and punched the droid right in the head. Then another energy blast came from behind, a howl from Varon, and another blast, Icthus was hit, and down. Something had eaten through his armor, he turned around to see the Zaker look alike, reloading his triple charged phaser and laughing as Icthus slowly sank to the ground, his legs felt like lead.
“Confused brother?” the Zaker lookalike laughed. “Don’t be, they’re nanites, little spore type parasitic droids that’re boring through you and disabling you, causing so much pain, but preventing you from dying, quite useful aren’t they?”
“NO!” Kukra yelled firing a weaken disk at the feet of the droid, causing it to topple, Razar converted to treaded mode and rammed the Zaker look alike into the wall. Dark Scar and Zaker continued their struggle for mental control of the body when ANOTHER energy blast hit him from behind, almost hitting Zaker, but sizziling away at part of Dark Scar’s side armor. The two howled in pain and turned around without fighting over control. There stood the other new droid from the battle in Ko-Metru.
“Never thought I’d bag everyone of you in one raid,” the one eyed droid said out of no visible mouth. “Varon, Kukra, Icthus, the two renegade droids...wait...ones missing,” but the new droid didn’t finish his sentence, an energy blast hit him square in the chest from off to the side. Rogan looked up, there stood Nylun...and Scar!
“Security droid Rogan reporting, I need backup, double time!” Rogan yelled into his comm. Everybody in the cluttered hallway seemed to be at their own conflict.
“Nylun, make sure that seer droid over there doesnt get up, Kukra, Razar, check out Varon...Zaker...keep doing...whatever it is that you’re doing,” Scar barked the orders out quick and sharp.
“R-r-right...” Zaker said half through his body and half through Dark Scar’s. Zaker/Dark Scar flipped around and fired his phaser at point blank range on Rogan. Rogan was sent rocketing back into the main coliseum. Sixteen black and red Coliseum Vahki scuttled up to the door way and started firing, they were trying to collapse the hallway in on them. Scar turned and ran for the other end of the right angle hallway. “Lets go!” he yelled to the group. Nylun hopped on the Razar with Kukra and sped off out after Scar. Varon was still imbedded in the wall, and Icthus and Zaker 2 were on the ground unable to move. Dark Scar/Zaker ran after the four, firing six shots on the ceiling, causing it to finally come down. The others would never suspect it was them...him...the two minds clashed once more outside the exit, and they were overrun by coliseum Vahki.
The security droid shell tumbled round in the stampede of Vahki, and when its shared optics returned to functioning and the body stirred it was immediately bashed back into the ground by stungun fire and kanoka. Scar fired off three potshots from the other end of the coliseum at the Vahki. The blasts fired straight through their head frames and the vahki stumbled around, their heads beyond repair, a kanoka disk teleported into ones mouth, then another and another, the vahkis disk storage was depleting itself, but the vahki couldn’t fire, more and more energized disks ready to be fired teleported into the tray.
“ITS GONNA BLOW!” Kukra yelled out ducking for cover. The Vahki overloaded, exploded sending supercharged kanoka and shrapnel everywhere. The remaining coliseum Vahki in the circle were scrapped, as well as Dark Scar.
“...” Kukra stood up looking at the tiny crater the blast had made.
“Kukra we have to go!” Nylun yelled out, a half dozen coliseum Vahki were headed for the group, the rest, still at the gate, seemed to be having trouble keeping the dark black and silver vahki out, the glass eyed Vahki were quickly overrunning their red and black mixed opponents. “Gah, the things I do for this matoran,” Nylun muttered and tried sending false messages to the Vahki, but there was a code, he couldn’t crack it, the Vahki in this squad were immune to his false ID tech. “Scar?”
Scar raised his phaser only to have it sputter out some steam, raising his fire sword it also sputtered out.
“Guess we have a problem,” Scar shrugged as the six Vahki charged the droids headlong, stunguns overcharged.
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Rogan sat against the wall of the coliseum, a semi circle of the left side of his body vaporized by the blunt of one of the other security droids phasers. His phaser, in heavy mode, lay off somewhere in the coliseum. The double pronged proto-blade mounted on his other forearm glinted in the hot sun.
What am I to do now? He thought to himself, it was a matter of the pain he would have to feel again, then again he could TRY to kill himself now, and hope he wasn’t repairable when it was over with. His squad mates were fighting a losing battle just meters away. Rogan decided against his last idea when he watched the hallway he had been hurled from collapse, and moments later a Vahki almost blow the whole place up. He lurched up, his side sparking. His single eye scanned and zoomed as two of the renegades, Scar and Nylun seemed to be having a bit of an argument while backing away from six more Vahki, non of their resources seemed to be working. The matoran and the Razar were investigating the area of the exploded Vahki, unawares, if only he could find his phaser...there, glinting in the sun. Using what was left of his energy He lunged for it, its targeting reticule automatically connected with his HUD, he fired two charged shots at the Razar’s side, a third one to the head did it, and it collapsed. Kukra flipped out his kanoka launcher and fired a disk his way. Rogan laughed and barrel rolled out of the way. It hit the coliseum wall and formed an icey structure, the matoran seemed to favor freeze disks. He quickly switched to sub auto attachment and fired thirteen smaller shots at the matoran in various weak points found in his programming. Kukra collapsed as well.
Then a loud crash, the gate had been breached, sixteen of the dark vahki rampaged in and over the walls, firing stun fire at anything that moved, their stunguns had been modified however, firing phaser blasts, Rogan flipped back onto his back and fired more shots, taking down two of the Vahki, first blinding them, then taking out their knee and shoulder joints, rendering them immobile in either mode. The others ran past him, firing, leaving his body singed, and his trigger finger slagged, melded with his only hand. Great...just great, he thought, and everything went static.
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Scar proceeded to bash one of the Vahki with his weapons, following Nyluns limited style of hand to hand combat. Poising and preparing he gathered his balance. The other six Vahki stopped and posed in stances. The two looked at each other and nodded, as each droid held off three Vahki, Scar was guilt stricken, hand to hand combat was a rarity and a pleasure for Vahki to engage in, he once commanded these Vahki, and the others his new comrades had fended off. He crushed his armored fire sword arm into the chest of one Vahki, it charged and grabbed the arm with its stun guns and kicked the droid back into the dust, another one jumped and almost connected a face kick, but Scar drew him out of the air, catching the Vahki on the barrel of his phaser and slinging it back off towards the gate, then spin kicking the other two out from under their feet, lunging, and landing one foot on each of their necks, paralyzing them, then throwing them against the nearby wall to his right and beating them senseless.
Nylun dug his claws into two Vahki’s eyes, then jumped and crashed their heads together, the third front flipped over the three and whacked Nylun off his perch on the two Vahki, Nylun lunged and hit the Vahki on all fours, crushing its middle and three claws in the skull finished it. But just as one threat was ended, another came, Nylun watched as Rogan was trampled by the dark Vahki, they were soldiers, not police, and they were bent on killing. Kukra and Razar were still on the ground however, Rogan had sniped them down. Nylun leapt on all fours and ran as fast as he could to his fallen comrades. Scar made a barrier between his friends and the modded Vahki. Then the Vahki did something Scar would’ve never expected.
“Move aside or perish now by our guiding light!” the lead Vahki. Scar stopped and stared, he knew Vahki spoke, on an almost unheard of frequency, but to speak in a normal tone?! “The revelation is coming, SCAR, join our cause, join your brothers!” Scar backed up two steps. “You sense familiarity in us, what did you think happened to all the shells of your team after you were torn to pieces by Zaker when he willed the assault droid?!” Scar was starting to realize, these Vahki were his teammates when it all started, they hadn’t been repaired, they were thrown out...and somebody...something had changed them.
“You’re no longer my squad mates, times change,” Scar snarled.
“Foolish Scar, you still long for the time when you knew no more than that of the hunt of the wrong doers, to never have been exposed!” the vahki were encircling him. “You’re unarmed, you’re weak, and its pointless to fight any longer, come with us and you can join your true brothers, we can take this city as our own!” The stunguns warmed and charged.
“Finish him!” the Vahki chieftain said and balked away to Kukra and Razar. Scar raised his fire sword holder in defense, as the eleven vahki fired.
Scar fell to the ground in a bright white flash, his right arm an unusable dead weight, then with another flash the arm had been replaced with a new one, complete with mounted energy absorbing shield, as with the rest of his body, somebody had teleported his secondary set of armor onto him...
Scar’s secondary armor was built for the purpose of battling Varon back in the initial conflict, the shield absorbed energy and hurled it back out in a massive phaser on the other arm, his legs were less weighed down and he sported a new helmet, completely changing his color scheme to bright red and black. Scar grinned and shoved the shield into a Vahki. The Vahki caught on the shield and Scar hurled it around like a bat. The other ten Vahki started firing, Scar chucked the caught vahki at two of its comrades, sending them rocketing backwards. Then he turned and caught the phaser blasts with his shield and fired blast after blast with his own phaser till they were all cut down.
All the while Scar continued pondering who it was that had access to his armor within the coliseum…somebody was working from behind the curtain in his favor… But there would be time for thinking later, they needed to get out of here. Scar quickly analyzed the situation. More Dark Vahki were advancing on them. Dark Scar/Zaker was a pile of slag, Nylun looked busy trying to ward off the Vahki, Kukra and Razar were knocked out. Varon, Zaker 2, and Icthus were still under the pile of rubble…there was nothing he could do for those three at the moment. Then he noticed the sputtering Security Droid out in the barren desert esque area, he couldn’t leave the droid behind to be scrapped, he couldn’t carry off Dark Scar/Zaker anyway either, the body was to big and he could risk permanent damage to their chipsets by separating them while unconscious. He opened a comm. channel to Nylun.
“We’re leaving, grab Kukra, we’re going out the door they made for us,”
“Rodger,”
Scar leapt in the air, charging his cannon, and letting go the large amount of energized Ions right before he hit the ground. Blowing a path through the Dark Vahki, he sidestepped, absorbing their shots through his shield, scooped up Rogan, then opened fire on the Dark Vahki, heading for the gate. Nylun scuttled as fast as he could on all fours, hefting Kukra on his back, he jumped up and one of his feet dug right into a Vahki’s head, using the mob as stepping stones, he made sure to scrap each one he stepped on. They made it out then quickly disappeared, more Vahki on the way to fight off the Dark Vahki who were stuck without orders in the coliseum.
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“They have failed as again, Zaker 2 and Dark Scar, Rogan, they will all pay the price,” one of the shadowed figures said.
“Indeed,”
Light filled the room, three silohettes. Two Vahki, one turaga.
“…W-we weren’t expecting you to join us!” the leading figure said.
“Foolish matoran, you are no more than pawns!” the raspy voice sneered. “It seems even without a proper connection to my superior intellect you still fail me!”
“No, no no!”
“Oh, yes, you said your three ‘droids’ would have had this situation under control, I have six Toa Metru to deal with, I don’t need rampant AIs too, now, there is only ONE way I can think of to make your objective any clearer to you,”
“…yes?”
The turaga reached behind his back and pulled out a slimy screeching slug like creature, a kraata, he through it to the head figure’s face. It clinged to his mask, infecting it, while the head matoran could only scream beneath the muffling of the Kraata, then his screams went dull and he turned to the other matoran, they were cornered in the office area, the Vahki and dark lord himself blocking the exit.
“Time, is of the essence,” Makuta stepped into the light and removed Dume’s mask. “Now let us finish it!”

Halfway done
DtM

Chapter 5 Captivity

Rogan awoke with a sudden burst of energy, his instinct told him to lash out at the closest thing moving. He quickly regained control and looked around the room, an array of wires were cut out of the side of a protodermis wall, and attached to him.
“Must’ve been what brought me back online…”
“BERP!”
“What the?!” he flipped around to see a sewer droid tilting its head at him. “Oh, just one of you. . .”
“And two of us…” another voice said. A flame ignited and the two renegades Scar and Nylun became visible.
“You!” Rogan’s blue eye ignited with anger. “Why did you bring me here?!”
“Silence fool…” Scar snapped, while he tended to a wound on his leg. “Would you rather I save you from the advancing Dark Vahki, or leave you there to die at their phasers?”
“…my orders are to turn you into the turaga dead or alive,” Rogan glared at Scar and ripped the attached wires off.
“The ‘Turaga’ is corrupt,” Scar lurched up from the ground. The original security droid and second AI every brought online was truly a sight to behold. “I would know from how he betrayed me, and he’ll do the same thing to you,”
“What do you know! You’re a criminal, and you’re just trying to brainwash me!”
“I KNOW plenty, enough to get by in this messed up city, somebody emulated my exact frame and turned it loose on the matoran, then they took elements of both Nylun and Zaker and produced another trouble maker, and both of them lead a force of Dark Vahki every time they show up. Luckily, their resonance scans, conducted by Nylun, show a similarity to Icthus, who seems to be what they’re after,”
“I’ll take all of you down! It doesn’t matter how long it takes, or how long you hold me captive!” Rogan took a step forward. Scar raised his heavy duter phaser and blasted a hole in the wall, mere millimeters to the left of Rogan. “…”
“You are weaponless AND clueless, it seems the more of us they give intelligence the stupider we get,” Scar continued his rant. “Thing is you have they same resonance scan as my dark copy, and the Zaker copy, you were made by the ones who made Icthus, now they’re out to get Icthus back, through legal ways with you and the Vahki, or through their own twisted criminal ways, with Dark Scar, Zaker 2 and the Dark Vahki, making my creator, Zulu, look like a criminal, the evidence isn’t that hard to determine, but the Turaga has his own agenda he’s working on both sides of the spectrum, so you can either join our cause, truthfully, or I can reduce you to slag and leave you in a sewage pit, your choice,”
Rogan couldn’t believe it, all the mysterys, the darker ways of his creators, and the familiarity with Dark Scar and Zaker 2, all the puzzle pieces were beginning to fit into place.
“It seems I have no choice, but I want to take on my creators for proof…” Rogan replied.
“You’re in luck, because that’s exactly who we’re going after, Nylun, grab Kukra and lets go,”
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Icthus tilted his head to the side, the static was starting to clear. Once his vision had returned he did his best to get his bearings. He was chained to a wall, with no armor and no arms…not the best of situations to be in. Which meant that something must’ve turned sour during their mission. He looked around at the room to find Varon frozen inside in a large cryo tank, his face stuck in mid howl. Razar was laying on the ground, unresponsive. Then he noticed two Dark Vahki pushing Zaker 2 into what looked like an ovoid cryo chamber, but several dozen wires connected to it. Zaker 2 grabbed his nanite phaser and kicked a Vahki in the chest, then opened fire. But it was futile, more Dark Vahki showed up at the first sign of conflict and returned fire, their Kanoka and high powered reverse engineered phaser stun guns shot superheated plasma at the droid, he fell back, loosing his weapon, and was tossed into the chamber. Bolts of electricity formed shackles and handcuffs then the cage lit up with electricity. Zaker 2 was in immense pain, Icthus couldn’t help feeling sorry for the droid.
An explosion rocked the room. And Dark Scar/Zaker burst through the wall, obviously perturbed, but he was in charge of the body Icthus wondered.
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NO! I WILL HAVE CONTROL OVER THIS BODY!-Dark Scar raged within his mind.
FOOL! We can do nothing like this, do you want the Dark Vahki to throw you in like your…our brother?!-Zaker shot out a mental blast. You’ve lost! When your creators used Scar’s blueprints they left out one fatal error, the left in the seer droid port, since I’m the only Seer droid with the parasitic ability I could take control of you if I wished. Now, do you REALLY want to be thrown into that electricity! You’re nothing but an instrument and you’ll be slagged once they see you’ve completed your task and outstayed your welcome and usefulness.
NOOO!!!! Dark Scar yelled out in a fury, catching Zaker by surprise he fired the energy phaser mounted on his left arm and blew open a hole in Zaker 2’s electricity cage. A large bolt of lightning traveled right down the barrel of the phaser and went into both Zaker and Dark Scars’ chipsets.
“ARGHH!!!” The pair screamd out. Then when the light dimmed the Dark Vahki closed in on the pair.
“Surrender, you’re out numbered and out of time,” the head Vahki buzzed.
“…” Dark Scar/Zaker only stared, a strange aura surrounded them, a faint blue darkness. “FOLLOW ME OR FALL!” Dark Scar/Zaker said in a beastly tone.
“Confirmation, the chipsets have been fried, severe damage to the cortex, eliminate the threat!” the squad leader opened fire. Dark Scar/Zaker lashed out with intense strength, bashing the Dark Vahki left and right, then igniting his energy sword and sliced them to pieces with immense speed, within fifteen seconds there was nothing left of the Dark Vahki. But now electricity was raging out of Zaker 2’s cage, the droid inside screamed in pain.
“ARGHHHH! SHUT IT OFF!” electricity bolts lanced out, causing Varon’s cage to explode, and shattering Ichut’s chains. Varon awoke instantaneously and ignited his staff, putting up a barrier of fire, blocking the electricity; he side stepped and grabbed Icthus and Razar. Zaker 2’s body was nothing but slag by now, molten metal dripped off the side of the cage. Alarms were blaring and Dark Vahki were scrambling all over the place.
“For your sake I hope you have thick armor because there’s only one way to get out of here right now…” Varon surrounded them inside a ball of concentrated fire, searing Icthus’ and Razar’s armor. Varon lept, carrying each droid under one arm, ad burst through the multiple layers of the building, eventually rocketing into the sky. Outside a battle was raging between Dark Vahki and Vahki from all over the city, they were deep in Ta-Koro, but the facility had been found out. The HQ for whoever was conspirating behind this whole incident and the Dark Vahki factory were both under attack by heavy forces.
Varon landed them as soon as they got to a safe distance.
“I need to contact Zulu, any idea how?” Varon grunted.
Icthus only shrugged, he had no idea, and Razar was still out.
“Well, with this kind of action something big is going on, whoever is behind all of this is getting ready to put this city into a destructive checkmate, we need to find Scar and the others.
Icthus nodded, communicating through more body language he let Varon know he needed arms.
“That’s why I wanted to get Zulu to help, but there isn’t much we can do, you can still fight right?”
Icthus motioned at his nearly armorless body and stomped on the ground.
“…fine, but I have to do something,”
“Then why don’t you wait up!” a familiar voice yelled out.
“…what the!” Scar, Nylun, Kukra, and a new face approached them.
“The battle has begun,” Scar nodded. “Its judgement day, we have to get in there and do our part, destroy EVERY last Vahki, coliseum, city, or dark, I want them gone,”
“Hmm, seems like Icthus could use some armor…” Nylun muttered and sent a signal to Zulu. The Razar bike booted up moments later, with a voice message from Zulu.
“Use parts from Razar Nylun, I know you can do it, don’t fail me…I have to go, the Vahki are collecting matoran from all over the city and forcing them into the coliseum…HEY…WAIT! NO-“Static finished the message.
“…Scar?” Kukra looked up at his hero, friend, and savior on many occasions.
“What is it Kukra?”
“…your place is with your kind, its been great getting the group back together, but we have to part now, it is my duty to save my people…”
“Very well, be safe, now the rest of you, Nylun do what you can to get Icthus back, the rest of us are going in head strong, Rogan will try to find the matoran behind the whole thing,” Scar turned around to see an old rusty view screen flare to life, showing the Turaga’s face. It was true! The message went on, the Vahki WERE collecting the matoran for some sinister purpose, and eliminating the Dark Vahki must’ve been part of the final plan as well…they had to act, now or never…

Chapter 6-Endgame
“The Matoran are finally mine,” Makuta said with a grin, his plan was almost complete, aside from the six rookie Toa Metru in his way, he had dealt with side matters quite easily. After the AI Droids had seemed rounded up once and for all, with only three MIA, and time running out he was forced to abandon the thought of Scar, Nylun and his tool Rogan. Zulu had already been captured, from reports by the final attack on the covert ops. facilities, the Dark Vahki were caught off guard, with a lack of new Vahki corpses lately there weren’t many fresh troops to be used to defend their factory and main building. He had received reports that Zaker 2 had been all but destroyed, a fluke, and Varon, Razar and Icthus had escaped, and Dark Scar/Zaker had gone rogue. So he had finally given up on the droids, but for all the remaining Dark Vahki he could see a piece of their vision if he chose, a bit of his essence had been stowed away in a chip in each of them when they were rewired, something that could be used for drastic measures. But now however, as more reports flowed in from both sides of the Vahki war he could sense something was wrong. Those foul droids had returned! Fools…but he of course had a plan, he just had to locate Rogan…
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“Come on Icthus!” Rogan swore, stepping over wires and other exposed rubble in the darkened building, they were tracking where the matoran were, Icthus’ new arms, built from the thick gear filled limbs of the Razar bike hefted rubble out of the way and bashed down walls in their user’s way. “Wait a second…” Rogan quickly switched to his high power rifle configuration and blasted down a fragment of a wall, there stood a Dark Vahki, with three more emerging from the darkness, but something was different about this one, he wasn’t the usual squad leader…
“So you have returned to your source Rogan, face your master!” a dark rusty voice escaped out of the Vahki’s body.
“…who are you!?” he said carefully aiming his rifle at the Vahki’s head.
“I am the one who staged your creation, the slumbering of the matoran, the battle between the vahki, the morbuzahk attacks, the demise of Toa Lhikan, the creation of the Dark Vahki, and even infecting your helpless creators!”
“Turaga?!”
“Close…I am the Makuta, the void, the darkness, and you have failed me, puppet, and your time is up!”
“YOU! The others were right! The conspiracy behind EVERYTHING that’s been happening in this city has been true, you took over the office of Turaga, and we just got in your way, now your taking all of us down with the city, matoran or droid!”
“Also close, but I just intend to destroy you droids, leaving the matoran to my watch,”
“Shutup!” Rogan screamed firing straight at the Vahki’s head. A light blue aura glew around the Vahki and it bounced off. The aura suddenly turned into a cloudy black shadow, and a small chip clattered to the floor, attached by several small wires trailing to the Vahki’s head.
“A chip of my essence is in EVERY Dark Vahki, and now its time to use this weapon of last resort!” A loud crash echoed through the wall to the left of the Makuta/Squad Leader. Icthus tackled him straight on, crushing certain parts of his body.
“YOU!” he howled and shrugged off the aggressive droid who had been driven to his breaking point. “NOW DARK VAHKI! TO ME!” the being shouted, crashing through the levels of the building and emerging in the battle field. Scrapped Dark Vahki and ones that were still mobile suddenly lit up with shadow, their bodies stayed whole, but somehow fell apart, exposing every piece. The coils of smoky shadow connected and then the bodies.
“…now how am I going to fight that?!” Rogan looked up, then he noticed the rest of the Vahki were LEAVING, walking away in straight uniform lines, while the gargantuan beast of a machine assembled behind them. Then everything went black around the pile of pieces, the darkness took form in a giant bipedal shape, like a Vahki, but more like a Toa. Then the Darkness settled, and the mechanoid was revealed.
It was taller than the most of the buildings in the area, crushing them with each step it took. It’s eyes were formed from hundreds of optic sensors from the Dark Vahki, its mouth, a gaping maw made of Kanoka launchers. It’s fingers were made of phasers/stunguns that moved with decisive dexterity. An array of disk launchers and phasers were mounted along its shoulders, swiveling around keeping track of every moving thing.
“I hope you are ready Droid,” Varon smirked. “Because this is going to be the final battle,”
“…I have other problems…” Scar said looking two buildings to the west, fast approaching was the now insane Dark Scar/Zaker mixture, his phaser shooting off bright pink energy blasts into the evening sky.
Varon ignited his staff, and surrounded himself in an aura of flame.
”Good luck to you comrade, you were a most nobel and exceptional entity to work with,” Varon lept off the side of the building and joined Icthus, Rogan and Nylun, all gathering for one last stand against the Makuta Droid.
“GRAH!” Dark Scar/Zaker charged Scar from behind. Scar raised his shield to block the energy sword from slicing through his metal frame.
”So, I will have one true fight with my dark side,” Scar would’ve smiled under different circumstances. “Fortunatley for you two, I know how the seer droid and the security droid frames work together,” Scar lunged. He clocked Dark Scar/Zaker in the head with his shield. Dark Scar/Zaker recovered from the blow and brought its sword up, then went all out. Block, slash, swipe, block, jab, kick, a couple firing of phasers, the two fought on the rooftop, tearing it apart with their heavy bodies and immense strength, with a behemoth of a mechanical figure covered in a shadowy smoke next to the sunset as a backdrop to the whole thing, for a moment everything was perfect, then Scar finally brought his phaser up and fired a straight blast at Zaker. Dark Scar/Zaker stood there for a moment, the collapsed onto its knees. Its eyes flashed on and off, then three small tendrils of cable extracted themselves from the dark hulk, and Zaker fell onto the ground in a heap. Unfolding, he was near death. Scar knelt beside his brother, while his dark side lay on the ground behind him.
“Y-y-you did the r-r-right thing Scar, together w-w-we would h-h-have destroyed t-this city,”
“The city is nearly empty, Makuta, the one who had possessed you before, is taking claim to the matoran, and we have no means to defeat him,”
“H—zzz-zzz-e c-c-can be defeated, juzzzzt uzze your head---ZZCAR!” Zaker screamed as a phaser blast connected right with his head, vaporizing what was left of his brittle armor and frying his circuitry, his chips were lost forever, HE was lost for good.
“YOU!” Scar yelled in surprise, turning around to see a near reflection of him in his old armor, Dark Scar had once again gained control of his body, unscathed by Zaker’s mental conflict.
“Pathetic waste of parts,” Dark Scar muttered firing two more shots at the twitching slag pile that was once Zaker.
“You stupid-“
“Don’t waste your breathe, my programming within my free will still tells me to kill you, to ruin you, to make you nothing, and there’s nothing more I want to do right now,” Dark Scar charged in a furious rage. With no hope left, and everything falling apart, Scar just let loose and charged back. The two collided and blew a hole on the roof, smashing through the 4 stories of the building they landed hard on the ground. Scar fired his phaser at full power and sent Dark Scar crashing through the walls and hitting the street. As the dust cleared, through the looming darkness, the evil mechanoid still stood, his internal systems running on overhaul, the droid equivalent of breathing heavily.
With lightning quick reflexes he raised his own phaser and fired over and over again, Scar raised his shield in response, each blast, though absorbed by his shield sent pain throughout his nerve receptors. More phaser shots poured onto his shield, the energy splashing over the alloy and being absorbed into Scar, but Scar was weak, and more energy wasn’t going to help him. Scar lurched up and sprang off the ground, plowing through the building in an arch and landing in the street, slamming both feet down onto Dark Scar, in turn slamming him into the ground. Dark Scar’s voice squelched out a noise unlike anything Scar had ever heard, the grinding noise was an assault on his audio receptors. The black and silver droid raised up its right arm, grasping its fist as hard as it could then opening it, a blade of pure energy ignited not unlike Scar’s old fire sword. With liquid movement Dark Scar gouged the blade into Scar’s armored leg, going all the way through, fluids leaked out and sparks bounced off of the severed circuitry. Scar yelled out in pain and slammed his shielded arm into Dark Scar’s head; pounding it into the ground with such force it seemed stuck for a moment. Scar stepped off, and geared up his phaser, the battery spinning and glowing, letting off a blast using all of the energy he had absorbed during the fight and firing it at point blank range. The blast sent him flying backwards onto the ground, and sent his dark counterpart tumbling down the road. Dark Scar lay in a heap; Scar presumed him to be no longer functioning and turned away from the droid, walking in the opposite direction.
Dark Scar’s optics flared to life, his body unfolding from its crumpled and limp state, his clawed feet digging into the ground below, as silently as possible he used the last of his energy reserves to take one last powerful step, speeding him towards Scar, he opened fire, the first four shots were fired so quickly they connected with ease. Scar flexed his back in pain as it burned from the energy. By the time he turned around the blade of Dark Scar was close enough to slam right through his side. Like a hot knife through butter Dark Scar lifted the blade up and disconnected the mounted phaser arm from Scar, followed by three quick kicks to the face. Scar sparked and twitched, while Dark Scar’s phaser started to glow as he charged it with energy.
“So it ends…pity, I thought you would’ve put up much more of a fight,”
“…I zzzstill function…”
“Fool! I am the spawned creation of those who made Icthus! The near indestructible droid, from all the modifications they made to me you think they wouldn’t have worked that into trait into my system!?”
“Ungh…zzzzz!!!”
“You’re loosing the fight to even maintain consciousness, where’s your creator to help you out now?” Dark Scar laughed, leaning in close to Scar’s face.
Scar’s senses were full of static, everything waving in and out, he could only hear clearly enough to understand what he was being told by Dark Scar, then everything went black…
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//p:--Root-system[SYNTAX]
::Opening message
::Scar, if you are reading this message, for some reason I have been taken out of the picture and you are not functioning
::For the past three years I have been preparing this project for your inevitable return to this great city, and now that something is challenging your power, I give you my son, the last gift I can suffice, my efforts have been hurried due to monitoring
::Use it wisely, don’t fail this city, don’t fail yourself
::Zulu
:://End
--//Engaging PRGRM_MTRXARMR
--Standing by. . .
:: INTILIAZING
: RECONSTRUCTION_COMMENCED
:: AWAKE
//Awareness//enhanced awareness
<Taking control>
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“So…SAYS…YOU!!!” Scar yelled out into the now night sky. Dark Scar stepped back and titled his head.
“Have you finally lost it?!” Dark Scar chuckled. “You Zulu created piece of scrap—WHAT THE!?” light surrounded Scar, like that of teleportation disk. Energy stores with proper plugs attached directly to Scar’s ports from out of nowhere, and old armor teleported out while new armor teleported in. When the light cleared Scar stood anew, standing proudly, he ripped the batteries off with his right fist and through them with extreme force, enough to draw Dark Scar’s blade back a bit as he quickly sliced them in two.
“I will protect this city at all costs, you, Makuta, I don’t care, I will get rid of you, all of you!”
“Oh, now he wants to be a Toa!” Dark Scar grinned and fired. Scar just stood their, letting the blast hit his armor, the blast dissipated on impact, being nulled out by the armor! “How can this be!?”
“Your energy cannot hurt me, your sword, your phaser, I am now immune to the very weapons you have relied upon to defeat me with,” Scar said calmly.
“But---NO!” Dark Scar raged. “I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY YOU!” the droid started glowing, the faint blue charging to a brilliant orange, the light, while bright, was more darkening than one would expect.
“My creators also invented a last resort, you get your new armor, while my entire build up is energized!” the aura diminished itself to a shimmering silver that surrounded Dark Scar, his sword burning brighter than ever as the sun of Metru Nui finally set. “Finally,” he looked at the ground, sounding somewhat relieved for once in his existence. “I can do what I was created to do; I can fight a foe worthy,”
“But in the end, you would only kill yourself,” Scar smirked. “I am you, you are me, a clone, bent and twisted to follow someone else’s own dark desires, the differences are so small, you must realize that! Makuta has tainted the city, he has tainted your creators, he has tainted your comrades, he has tainted that which your existence is surrounded by, your goals, your mission, your programming, they are NOTHING, you could stop this, fight back like so many others have before you,”
“You are a smart fool, but we are just TOOLS, I am pleasured to just be functioning, no Matoran wants any of us around!” Dark Scar shot back. “Look at what’s going on now, you’re still feared my most matoran, with the current leadership they won’t hear any of the good things you accomplish, just the dark destructive events, you are one of their greatest fears brother, turned smarter, deadlier, and they hate you, they hate US for this!”
Scar could no longer argue, he was right after all…NO, he could still save the matoran! All he had to do was try.
“It’s in my programming to contradict everything that you stand for brother, now, have at it!” Scar held up his open fist, covered in a plate that distinctly resembled his original helmet, perhaps a tribute to what he once was? But instinct took over before he could process the thought. He clenched his fist as tight as he could, electricity crackled along his fingers. Energy emanated from his fist; surging into it he swung his fist down and released the fist. In a bright red burst of energy a new blade erupted. As it fell to the ground, Scar seized it and put himself into battle stance.
“So, he has more surprises?” the shimmering Dark Scar laughed. “I will finally have what I have craved for so much, an equal opponent,”
“Then let it begin,” Scar muttered.

Chapter 7-Confliction

The Dark Behemoth rose. Varon, Icthus, Nylun, and Rogan were the only to rise against it. Kanoka launchers and stung guns were mounted on its shoulders in a plethora of weaponry; they armed themselves and began to track their targets.
“If you will live at peace, I tell you now my companions draw your weapons, and we will fight!” Varon covered himself in an aura of fire and launched himself at the giant mechanoid. Spinning his staff, with ease he cut a perfect hole through the gut of the giant. It turned to the rest of the droids, which were now crawling up his right leg. Icthus, with his modified arms, was slicing through everything, destroying as much of the leg as he could. Nylun sent static bursts and false codes to all the sensors as well, confusing the leg. But Rogan was nowhere to be found…
“FOOLZ!” Makuta’s modified voice echoed out of the mechanical maw. The weapons all selected targets and opened fire. Icthus sprang from the knee joint and flung himself to the chest of the figure. Grabbing onto a ledge made of oddly assembled mechanics. He dug his claws in and flipped himself onto the shoulders. They weapons all swarmed to him. Icthus stomped profusely and beat the seemingly alive weapons system, hacking them down like trees in thick brush. But it was not enough; stun fire and Kanoka disks struck him from all around, his body could only take so much more in its weakened state before it gave in to the fire. Varon now joined the fight, shooting a multitude of fire balls at the creature. Parts erupted in flames, while others were only singed barely.
“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!” an arm reached up, composed of joints and stun guns, the dexterous fingers clamped over Icthus, pulling him away from the weapons. Icthus howled a silent howl, ripping open the fingers with his strength he swung his claws around and eliminated the thumb joint of the hand. Then dug his claws into the palm, ripping away armor and circuitry. Nylun meanwhile was now in the partially burning abdomen section. Monitors made from optic circuitry and other parts glowed everywhere, keeping the droid working. Nylun let his third eye down and opened up an electronic assault on the sensory system, and then his armored fists opened up completely, revealing all of his mechanisms. The frightening mess of small electronic limbs went to work like a spider wrapping its prey; they struck again and again, doing what the tools could do to destroy anything. Tiny saws, lasers, clamps, scalpels, all cutting a tunnel through the droid. Varon launched himself once more, this time at the remaining weapons, slicing through them like a hot knife through butter. They all knew what they had to do, shrugging off any attacks that came upon them, they continued hacking there way through the beast.
“IT IZ FUTILE!” Makuta howled through the giant. The thing stopped moving then dead and limp wires hanging here and there twisted around into long electricity filled coils. The coils surrounded the body like a horde of snakes, seeking new flesh to sink their electric teeth into. Icthus turned his attention to the coils and hacked down as many as he could, but there were just to many, he, Nylun, and Varon were all dragged to the face of the mechanoid. “YOU DEFY MY WILL, AND NOW YOU WILL FACE THE CONZEQUENCEZ!”
“Not if I have anything to do with it!” a lone voice cried out from atop the closest roof top.
“YOU!”
“The one you BETRAYED! That’s me!” Rogan’s single eye illuminated itself and he launched himself right at the head, the tentacles were caught off guard and Rogan dove right through the collaged optic sensor. He opened fire in heavy weapon mode on his rifle, destroying the left eye, then cut himself a hole between the two sockets and quickly jammed his two pronged melee weapon into the other sensor and fired three more shots for good measure. The second eye socket exploded, overloading and shorting out. The thing was now blind.
“NO MORE!” it howled, the tentacles swarmed into the head area, nothing could escape, Rogan was quickly snatched up and tossed into the ground from several stories up. The Makuta mech then went on a rampage charging forward, demolishing anything in its path, and crushing Rogan beneath its gigantic foot.
“ROGAN!” Nylun called out; scanning through the mess of the coils he found Rogan’s limp, dead body. “Such a waste!” Nylun yelled. Then two odd signatures came in range, spiked up so high that his sensors had to close. “What the?!” it had to be Scar…and Dark Scar/Zaker? He couldn’t tell anymore, his eyes were blocked by the mass of tentacles. Then there was a sudden burst of light, and they shrank away, being seared by the light, whatever this light was, it was fighting the giant Dark Vahki!
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The white light burned away the tentacles, making sure that the prisoners were safely close to a rooftop when they fell. It zoomed up into the sky and struck down at the mech like a lightning bolt, going right through its head.
“ARGHHH!” Makuta too felt the pain this thing was causing to his assimilated body. “WHAT IZ IT?!”
The light summoned itself into the shape of Zaker 2 and floated before the Makuta.
“I AM THAT WHICH THEY CALLED ZAKER 2!” its electric voice sprung out in all directions. “AND YOU ARE THE SCOURGE THAT HAS CAUSED MY KIND GRIEF!” The light zipped around and around, cutting holes through the machinery. It finally stopped over Rogan’s dead body. “BROTHER,” it simply said and absorbed into Rogan.
Rogan/Zaker 2 awoke, electricity replaced the parts that no longer existed, and it circulated around his weapons, making him stronger.
“…I understand,” Rogan/Zaker 2 said to himself, and then he opened fire. Coiled beam of electricity shot through Makuta’s body, incinerating pieces, vaporizing, and limping other functions in the mech.
“…NO!!!!” It howled out into the night, coils flew everywhere whipping towards Rogan/Zaker 2, he could only hold them off so long before they destroyed him.
“It is our turn to return the favor, Nylun, Icthus, get to the bottom floor, destroy the two southern most support beams, and then let Icthus tackle the other two so this building falls into that thing, I’m going to provide a distraction, now GO!” Varon ignited his staff and leaped off the rooftop slicing through the coils, making sure what weaponry they did have to fight this thing stayed intact.
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“GIVE…IT…UP!” Dark Scar screamed as their two blades pushed against each other.
“NEVER!” Scar yelled back firing his phaser and not stop, its chain battery reloading constantly as the barrel rotated, energy beams filled Dark Scar with holes as energized protodermis splattered everywhere, searing everything. Dark Scar raised his phaser in turn and blew a hole right through Scar. The two then released their blades from their struggle and let the energy swords slice into the other.
“I have done what I came to do,”
“And I have done what I came to do,” Scar muttered in turn as the two fell backwards.
“But I have one last calling…” Dark Scar coughed up mech fluid which ignited with his energized protodermis field. A stray coil came zipping around and grabbed both of them, dragging them back from into the night.
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“Come on!” Nylun yelled as Icthus tackled the last pillar, the building lurched down to one side. Icthus placed his claws underneath it and lifted, sparks came out of his overloading limbs, but the building fell. The protodermis and brick matoran construction lurched and slammed into Makuta’s robotic form, it then collapsed, sending shrapnel everywhere. Icthus tried to move, but he couldn’t, he waved his head to his friend, telling him to leave him behind.
“No! I won’t do it, I refuse!” Nylun cried out. A large slab of protodermis fell from the cloud of dust and crushed Icthus beneath its weight, without his strength working, he was a limp piece of metal. Then Nylun ran, going on all fours he ran away from the destruction, no knowing what he was running to.
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“What the?!” Scar exclaimed as he saw the burning behemoth filling his vision. Coils like that one that was dragging the two of them through the air swarmed around it. A couple stray mounted Kanoka launchers and stunguns still shot out on the thing, and most of the coils were swarming on the other side, whatever this thing had brought Dark Scar here for, it couldn’t be good. As his sword was dieing, he had moments to act. He picked up the blade and with one hack the cable was cut, the two of them tumbled and landed into an exposed piece of metal that had melted in that position and cooled. Scar raised his phaser and opened fire on the few cables in the back that tried to retrieve them. Dark Scar, still leaking badly, jumped into a hole in the back of opposite leg. Scar swore and opened fire on the makeshift tunnel. But it was to late, more cables came down and grabbed his dark side. There was nothing more he could do now but continue fighting.
He raised his sword, about to cut away an exposed piece of machinery, when a swarm of tentacles came from behind and knocked him into another building. They pursued with antagonizing force, not letting off, they just kept pounding him and toying with him. Scar lit the place up with his phaser and hacked the rest of the cables remaining down.
Scar walked slowly out the other side of the building, lightning, darkness, abnormal darkness at that, the coliseum was alive with activity, Vahki could be seen moving along the perimeter, but Makuta was doing something. With the matoran captured and having control over this area as well nobody could stand up to him now. Whatever the thing was supposed to be, it was huge, and now weak. He quickly opened his comm.
“This is Scar, over” Scar spat some fluid to the ground “Does anyone copy?” He was to weak to see what the skirmish on the other side of the mech was about. But Makuta did not seem intent on piloting it any longer, it had gone quiet, Dark Scar must’ve been used to refuel it in some manner, but because he had weakened him in the fight it probably was not enough to keep the thing going.
“This is Nylun, Scar, is that really you! Where’s Zaker and Dark Scar?! Oh geeze things were getting ugly over there, Icthus is dead, Rogan is being possessed by some bolt of electricity and he and Varon are trying to take down the thing, but I haven’t seen nor heard from either of them,”
“Nylun calm down! I’m hurt badly, and the wires, or whatever they are took Dark Scar, he was nothing more than a battery for that thing, and I think that with the extra energy it was finally able to eliminate the two things standing in its way, can you track my position?”
“No, I’m not going back there, NO!” Nylun had gone crazy, he cut the comm. Then Scar felt it, the ground was shaking, he knew what this natural event was called…a quake, but this was no natural quake. He had to get to the sewers, the farther down the better, the entire district was unstable. A shrieking noise came from behind him, he looked up to see a coil toss Rogan’s battered body up into the sky, and watched it tumble into another tower. But the tentacle was out of control, electricity surged all around it and it was traveling through the system, four more tentacles burst out, carrying a lump of slag that looked like what Dark Scar used to be, he must’ve been unable to control the proto-store in his body, killing him. The electricity reached the glowing battery and it exploded. Scar ducked down and ran to the closest sewer entrance, blasting it open, he jumped through, the last thing he saw was the giant black and silver droid topple, exploding, with lightning bolts shooting off everywhere. He tried contacting Nylun but the electricity filled the comm. channels with static. He blasted his way farther and farther down, knowing he wouldn’t make it very far before the quake got worse. Then the full force came, the tunnels were collapsing, Scar weaved through them, about to go down into an archive sublevel when another explosion, this time from the quake, shook him off his feet, then the debris rain came upon him, the weight was almost unbearable, and the battle worn droid suddenly went offline.
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Nylun was still running when he ran into a couple or Vahki Rorzahks, literally right into them. The two Vahki got up and armed themselves, Nylun just shrieked and his fist panels sprang open, the Vahki were picked apart piece by piece. The earthquake was getting worse, but Nylun didn’t care, something in him was…damaged, it didn’t matter! Instinct was in charge now and it told him to run, kill, and ask questions later, he turned the corner just as one more building collapsed, he tried to outrun it, but the debris caught up, and more buildings collapsed around him, his disrupted vision looked up to see one final thing, a long rod of metal jutting out of a huge chunk of debris was headed right for him, he tried to crawl out of the debris that already surrounded him, but to late, the rod went right through him, cutting off his cortex, causing his body to relapse while harmful fluids spilled into now unprotected areas. His panels opened up, gadgets whirring everywhere, like the limbs of a dieing insect they sputtered and twitched, and with that, Nylun was dead.
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Varon watched as the tentacles that grabbed a hold of him were being destroyed by the last bit of power Zaker 2 used, sacrificing himself, while Rogan, dieing, flew through the air and landed with a destructive impact. Varon too was running out of elemental power, he had used his reserve to protect Zaker 2/Rogan and now he needed to recharge, he used the last of his power to burn the tentacles that grabbed him and then burn a hole in the ground, just big enough for him to fall into the sewers. He ran, as the quake grew bigger, he could barely walk, a crack in the floor ripped right between his legs, and it opened up into a seemingly bottomless pit Varon held on with one hand, trying to pull himself up, when the evil mech collapsed above, caving in everything above him, and so he fell, letting the darkness absorb him, he gave up and assumed a state of relaxation, as his body sped down through the sublevel pit, his end would come…

Epilogue-Last Stand

During the initial conflict with Zaker and his gang of reprogrammed droids and Vahki enforcers Kukra had been exposed to a pool of energized protodermis. It had turned him into some freakish thing like a Matoran halfway through his transformation into a Toa. He had been to busy helping Scar, Nylun, and an official unit of Matoran called the Exterminators to really have any time to adjust to his newfound strength. Kukra had heard a voice during his first transformation, telling him to pursue Zaker, that he had been tainted either naturally, or unnaturally. The voice had been right; no doubt it was Makuta’s doing that had turned Zaker against the people he had been designed to help. And now the pieces were finally falling together to form the perfect picture of the true situation. Turaga Dume had been replaced by Makuta at some point along the line. He had engineered the illegal reproduction of Dark Vahki, Dark Scar, and Zaker 2, to firstly get back at Zulu, and then escalate into a full scale conflict to eliminate all Droids that stood in Makuta’s way. After all, he already had six Toa Metru to deal with.
Kukra had gone through a second transformation, into what he, and others present, thought was the form of a Toa. He helped Varon and Scar take on the mass of junk that was being controlled by Zaker with control of the element of electricity. He passed out and awoke in the coliseum, a regular matoran again, then was kicked out by Dume, who refused to give Kukra any answers.
Now it was abundantly clear that the crazy flash mutation Kukra had gone through was not just a one time thing. He had charged headlong into the coliseum, ready to take on the Vahki. Matoran that dared to look up at the commotion were stunned and forced into pods at a greater rate.
Kukra lashed out, firing disk after disk, he felt it, and he knew it was coming. By the time he had scrapped the sixth Vahki it happened, the first mutation occurred and he was changed into his second form. He let the power in his body take over him as he had done several times in the past. Ripping Vahki limb from limb, using their own disk launchers and stun guns on their fellows. He had done it! He was going to be able to free the Matoran!
That’s when the earthquake hit, it rattled the coliseum, Kukra fell back and his head slammed into the solid protodermis wall. The remaining Vahki closed in and opened fire, Kukra was knocked out the second the barrage of stun fire hit his injured body.
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Kukra felt the warmth of his power fade away in his mind. A looming shadow cast over where the bright light used to be.
“Wh-where am I?” Kukra stuttered.
“In your mind, I am giving you a vision Kukra,” the familiar voice replied.
“Makuta!”
“Precisely, you put up a good fight, but these canisters you and your friends are being placed into are designed to make you loyal to me when you awake, they also weaken you significantly, meaning your ability to transform into stronger forms will be lost forever,”
“No! You can’t do this!” Kukra lashed out.
“To late, I already have, and now, nobody can stop me!” Makuta laughed manaically and the shadow left, leaving nothingness…
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It had happened a long while ago, not years, but it still seemed like an eternity to the Droid. He crawled out of the last bit of rubble to look upon the once marvelous city. Destruction, death, decay, and despair filled his optics. The city had grown dark and mysterious, an intricate network of webs filled the city, and a looming fog rested over Metru Nui. He clicked the comm. panel, hoping somebody would receive the message.
“This is Scar…can anybody hear me?”
Silence.

Fin