Makuta Explains, Is the Master of Shadows a good guy now? Options

[GaliGee]

If you’re like me, the Mask of Light left you with almost as many questions as answers. Naturally, I was relieved to see Makuta, Spirit of Evil, and his nasty Rahkshi fall to the forces of light, as I had expected. My friends on Mata Nui have been given new hope, now that Makuta’s shadow has gone. And I was glad to be free of his terrifying efforts to recruit me as a spy against them. But I was surprised to see Makuta give his own life force to revive Jaller at the end of the movie. Could it be that Makuta has turned away from evil and become good?



Makuta Explains

The line in the lobby of the Department of Public Safety inched a little closer to the counter. I glanced up, shuffled forward, and turned my eyes back to the book I was reading, Bionicle: Mask of Light. Then I heard an elderly woman behind me scolding, “Hey, mister--creature--whatever you are--you can’t cut in line!”

“Oh, I’m just here to see my friend,” came the calm reply. I spun around and dropped my book in shock. Makuta’s voice was the same, but his appearance had changed dramatically. His Kraahkan was dented and scuffed, and his blue eyes glowed dully. His new form looked as if it had been hastily assembled from Rahkshi parts. He was almost as tall as before, but considerably less bulky. He leaned heavily on his staff like an old man.

“Makuta?” I asked hesitantly. I picked up my book.

“Yes, it’s me, darling,” he smiled weakly. “Say, those blue eyes do look good on you, if I might say so myself. Why don’t we go somewhere we can talk?”

“Because I’ve been waiting in line half an hour already,” I groaned. The other people in line were staring at him. “And I’m almost to the counter.”

“Come for a drive with me,” he urged.

“Do I have a choice this time? What do you want with me, anyway?”

“The line’s moving, robot girl,” snapped the woman who had complained before.

I smiled at her and stepped back. “Why don’t you go ahead of me, ma’am?” She jostled past me, muttering under her breath.

Makuta glowered at the woman, then focused his eyes on her purse. Smoke began to billow out of it. A man behind us yelled, “Fire!” The woman shrieked, dropped her bag, and fled. A dark gray noxious cloud quickly filled the room, the sprinkler system started spraying water everywhere, and wet customers scrambled toward the door.

I glanced up at Makuta through the haze. “Up to your old tricks, I see.”

Makuta grinned. He took me by the arm and limped outside. His convertible was double-parked behind a highway patrol car.

“I guess I’ll renew my license another day,” I sighed, shaking the water off myself.

“Come with me, GaliGee,” he urged, opening the passenger door of his car.

I turned and looked at him suspiciously. I was reluctant to go with him, since my past encounters with him have always been frightening and dangerous. But I was very curious about some things that had happened in the recent movie. So, against my better judgment, I swallowed my fear and got into the black Coupe de Ville. The back seat was a jumble of electronic equipment, books, maps, blankets, Bionicle parts, and Styrofoam coffee cups, but apparently he had cleaned out the passenger seat for me. As I sank into the comfortable red upholstery, my pulse increased slightly.

Makuta closed the door and buckled my seatbelt. “So, how have you been, my angel?” he asked cheerfully.

“Well, I’ve been sleeping better since I watched your demise in the Mask of Light. I thought you were dead.”

“So did I.” He grimaced as he walked around the car, putting his hand on the hood to steady himself.

“You look like you’ve seen better days,” I said sympathetically. “But what you did for Jaller was really amazing.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” smiled Makuta. He drove out of the parking lot into the street. “I figured since it was my fault he was killed, it was the least I could do.”

I was surprised. His attitude had apparently improved as much as his appearance had deteriorated. “So, you revived Jaller with your life force, but you’re still alive.”

“It doesn’t take all of my energy to run a Matoran, beloved,” he laughed. “It turns out that I had a little left over, after all.”

“Well, that’s good, since you seem to have changed for the better. It sounds like Taka--I mean, the Toa of Light had a good influence on you.”

“It’s all right, I don’t mind if you say his name now. Yes, he did.” Makuta slid an Ella Fitzgerald CD into the dashboard and turned up the volume.

“Did you know Takua was going to turn into Takanuva?”

“How could I not know, with the spoiler on that Purple Dave guy's website? And their names sounded so similar. Just to be sure, I hacked into the Creative Capers computer system and confirmed it. Of course, I had to pretend I didn’t know. But my Rahkshi would have sniffed him out, darling, even if I hadn’t known.”

“Can we dispense with the pet names now, Makuta? I mean, it’s obvious you don’t need a Toa prototype for your evil schemes anymore.”

“But you are my darling.” Makuta looked at me and inclined his head. “I must confess, at first it was just to entice you to work for me. Then, when you kept resisting, you became irresistible. No one had ever said ‘no’ to me before.”

“I get the feeling you’ve never given anyone the choice.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he mused. “But I didn’t want to infect you, because that would turn you into a mindless drone. Then I would lose the angel I had fallen for in the first place.”

I crossed my arms. “Oh, come on, Makuta. You can drop the act now. Really.”

“It’s not an act, GaliGee,” he protested. He put on his turn signal and changed lanes.

“You’re about to ask me for something,” I inferred. “What is it that you want?”

Makuta smiled. “Well, actually, there is one thing you could help me with.”

“I knew it,” I grumbled.

“It doesn’t involve being evil, my lovely,” said Makuta sweetly. “It would just be doing a favor for an old friend.”

“Friend? You terrorize me for almost a year, and then you claim to be my friend?”

“Oh, dearest, I was so hoping you would forgive me for that. I do admit that my treatment of you was rather... what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Cruel? Sadistic?”

“Heavy-handed,” he finished, giving me a sideways glance. “Will you please forgive me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, all right.”

“I feel so much better,” he smiled. “Now, here’s the problem. I still haven’t gotten a new contract with LEGO. But LEGO listens to its fans. So, I want you to start a campaign for me on BZPower. A ‘Bring Back Makuta’ campaign. You could put a banner in your signature, and post a topic about it. Maybe even write an epic about me, explaining how I was just misunderstood all along.”

“Makuta, I don’t believe that. I think YOU are the one who has misunderstood everything. Whatever your reasons for wanting to keep your brother asleep, they don’t justify what you did. Look at all the devastation you caused on Mata Nui! Destruction... fear... turning friends against each other...”

“I know, cupcake,” he acknowledged. “I was wrong to try to do it that way. When the light came into my mind as Takanuva merged with me, I saw it all clearly. I never expected the Matoran to understand what happened between me and Mata Nui, but I should have at least tried to persuade them before I resorted to intimidation.”

“The legends put the blame squarely on you,” I noted.

“The Turaga and their legends,” he snorted. He turned onto a side street. “Foolish old tales! But at least no one died because of what I did. After all, as you keep saying, this is LEGO.”

“I get the impression it wasn’t from lack of trying,” I grumbled. “Still, you did revive the only one you did manage to kill.”

“If I had wanted to, my lovely, I could easily have killed them all. My Rahkshi could have wiped every speck of life off that island. Even Tahu, the arrogant one, recognized that,” chuckled Makuta. “And it was pretty tempting, I have to admit. But that wasn’t what I was hired to do. My contract just said I had to put my nuisance of a brother to sleep--believe me, I’d been dying for an excuse to do that anyway--and then try to prevent the Matoran from waking him up.”

“But you chose the method, right? So all the anguish they went through was your fault.”

“Technically, yes. But I think I showed a lot of restraint. For example, I could have let Turahk fry Takua at the Kini-Nui. That would have saved me a lot of grief. But I made him hold back.” He stopped to let two boys on bicycles cross the street.

“You expect me to praise you for not being as evil as you could have been?”

Makuta laughed. “Darling, now that I’ve seen the light, I’m so glad I didn’t massacre them. One death at my hands was more than enough. I’m just lucky I had the power to revive that crazy little Jaller fellow, after he threw himself straight into the source of Turahk’s energy.”

“So, how did that work? You gave up your life force, and then you couldn’t hold up the door anymore?”

“Yes. As soon as I did that, Takutanuva came apart, since I was no longer a whole being. I realized the door was going to smash us, and I shoved as much energy as I could into the Avokhii, so that Takanuva could be revived from it, and kicked it out of the way. Then the gate came down.”

“You really did sacrifice yourself to save them,” I marveled. “That’s not like you.”

“It’s crazy what I’ll do under the influence of light,” he laughed. “That Takanuva is a good kid. Smart, too. If he hadn’t slapped his mask on my face when we fell into the protodermis, we never could have merged, as much as I hated him at first. I knew he had to be the one to survive.”

“I guess with the right guidance, even a villain can do something heroic,” I smiled.

“See, sweetheart? I’m epic material, after all!”

I sighed. “I don’t think I could write an epic where you’re actually the hero, Makuta. My conscience just wouldn’t let me.”

He glanced at me and smiled. “Your conscience. Yeah, I have one of those now.” He eased the car into the parking lot of a city recreation area and turned off the ignition. “Come on, sunshine. Let’s go for a little walk.”

Conscience? Sunshine? Maybe he had changed, after all. I got out of the car and came around to his side. Makuta rose stiffly out of his seat with the help of his staff. He put his arm around my shoulder and leaned on me for support, and we began to walk down the bike trail that led to the creek.

“Well, Makuta,” I said, hardly believing I was helping him to walk, “I’m all for you coming back into the storyline, especially since you seem to have learned something. But you’ll have to find someone else to run your campaign. I mean, a few weeks ago you were trying to kill my friends. I just don’t trust you.”

“I know, princess. I’ve tried to deceive you before. And I don’t have much to offer you anymore. I mean, look at me. I have hardly enough energy to keep my wreck of a body together. I’ve lost my sons and my job. I lost my lease on Mangaia, so I had to put all my belongings in storage, and now I’m living out of my car. I’m a broken spirit. But if I got a new contract, I could begin to pull myself together again.”

I resisted the urge to ask if he had sent his résumé to Mega Bloks yet. “How about Ogel? Wouldn’t he hire you to work for him against the Alpha Team?” I felt a sly grin spread across my face. “Then you could pick on Radia’s prototype for a change.”

Makuta’s eyes narrowed. “Very funny, dear.” He stopped walking and scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Knowing Ogel, he probably would hire me, if LEGO would let him.” Then he shook his head. “Knowing Ogel, I’d never hear the end of it, either.”

“But a Makuta minifig would be so cute!” I teased.

“Taking advantage of my new good nature, eh?” I froze as I felt Makuta’s fingers close around my throat.

But then he laughed, put his hand back on my shoulder, and and started hobbling forward again. “Working for Ogel would pay the bills, but I don’t think I could stand being a minion instead of the mastermind. And I’d rather get back into Bionicle, anyway.”

“Maybe they will put you back into the storyline,” I shrugged. “They haven’t ruled it out, anyway. But tell me, what was this part about Mata Nui being in pain?”

“I wish I could explain that to you, but then I would ruin my chances at coming back,” he said apologetically. “Trust me, though, it’s true. And if you help me get a new contract, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Are you sure that if Mata Nui woke up, YOU wouldn’t be the one in pain?”

Makuta laughed. “He’d be angry with me, no doubt, for the way I hurt people to protect his sleep. But I’m not afraid of him.” We walked onto a footbridge over the creek.

“So, how did you survive giving away so much energy, and then being turned into a protodermis pancake by that huge gate?” I wondered.

“It was thanks to my sons,” he replied. He stopped and leaned on the bridge railing to rest. “I woke up, and everyone was gone. I was stuck under the door, or what was left of me was. My Kanohi was partly crushed under the stone, and my body was severed in half. Then Turahk’s kraata came slithering over and found me there."

I smiled. "A family reunion."

"Exactly. He let me re-absorb him.”

“Ugh! I don’t even want to know--”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll spare you the details. Anyway, with his energy joined back into mine, I was able to drag my head and one arm away from the door. I summoned the other five kraata, and they merged with me as well. It was still only a tiny fraction of my former strength, but it was enough to enable me to chip away some rock and pull out my Kraahkan. Then I threw together a few of the parts from the wrecked Ussanui and built a temporary body for myself.” He paused to catch his breath.

“I see,” I replied, leaning on the guardrail next to him and looking at him again. “But why did you need parts? I thought you could just change shape at will.”

“I can, when I’m at full strength. But I was barely alive at that point. And I still didn’t look like this yet,” he said, gesturing at himself. “I climbed up to the surface, cursing myself for not fixing that stupid elevator when I had the chance. It took a long time, with two Bohrok-Kal hand-shields and Technic beams for legs. When I got to the top, I salvaged some more pieces from what was left of my poor Rahkshi. Most of their armor was demolished. I was just thankful the kraata had survived. The poor little darlings were so weak and scared, it really broke my heart. And I still mourn all the ones I lost in that cave collapse in Po-Wahi.”

Makuta hung his head sadly for a moment at the memory. I waited quietly for him to resume his story. “Once I had a few more parts to work with, I rebuilt myself the way you see me now. I was so tired from the climb that I actually had to sleep for a while. Me, sleep! Can you imagine, precious?”

“It sounds like you’ve been through quite a lot,” I murmured.

“It took me half a day to hammer out the big dent in my mask,” he continued. “And it still doesn’t work, even after three hours with a soldering iron and a volt-ohm meter. But at least I can get around now. And the best part is, even though most of the Rahkshi parts were destroyed, their kraata are back inside me now, so I can share the memories of my beloved sons.”

“How touching,” I flinched.

"You know, for such simple creatures, they were really quite fond of you."

"Uh, yeah," I stammered. “So, what’s next for you?”

“Your campaign. You will help me, won’t you?” he smiled.

“Makuta,” I said, “I really don’t think so. I’m glad you’ve come around, but I just can’t talk myself into singing your praises. Especially since you won’t even tell me the whole story. I have a bad feeling that if I did, you’d be smashing down my door again and trying to enlist me to betray my friends. I like living without fear, for a change.”

“You have no reason to be afraid of me anymore, my sweet,” he said gently, touching my mask with his hand.

“Maybe not,” I replied, backing away from him a little. “But you know, the members of BZPower already have been expressing their preferences to LEGO. They voted in a poll they that would like to see a new bad guy. Or better yet, a female villain.” I smiled mischievously. “Say... you’re a shape-shifter. If you changed yourself into a girl, you might improve your chances.”

Makuta’s Kraahkan became livid with rage. As I watched in horror, he began to grow in size until he was back to his original form, huge and menacing. Thunderclouds blotted out the sun as his eyes turned red and flashed angrily. “You disrespectful wench!” he roared. “I come to you for help, and you mock me! Even weakened, I am a thousand times stronger than you!”

He raised his staff, and I staggered backwards against the opposite railing, regretting my impertinence. Why had I dared to insult someone so powerful? But at least his true intentions had been revealed. My fear was quickly overcome by anger at his dishonesty. “That whole story about being feeble was just a trick to appeal to my compassion! You’re the same lying monster you always were!” I shouted. I covered my head with my hands and braced myself for the inevitable retaliation.

But nothing happened. I peeked through my fingers to see Makuta, back in his bedraggled new form, clinging to the railing. He was breathing hard. I stared at him, not sure what to think. The clouds rolled away, and the birds resumed their singing.

“Actually, that part was the trick,” he smiled weakly. “That really took a lot of energy.” He slid to the ground and sat with his back against the guardrail.

“I can’t figure you out,” I groaned. “One minute you’re asking for help, the next you’re threatening me. I just want you to go away and leave me alone.” I turned to walk off the bridge.

“Wait, GaliGee,” he said, staggering to his feet. “Don’t you want a ride back to your truck?”

“I’ll walk, thanks,” I replied curtly. I kept going.

I heard a strange humming noise, and I was swept off my feet. I looked down, and I was sitting in Makuta’s lap as he flew like a Rahkshi. He swooped unsteadily over the bushes, grazing the branches, and swerved toward the car. We tumbled into the convertible.

“At least let me drive you back,” he panted. He unfolded himself, buckled my seat belt, and turned the key in the ignition.

I glared at him as he pulled out of the parking lot. “So, Makuta, why do you keep messing with my head?”

“Because I can,” he grinned. “And it’s fun.”

“You sound like Turahk,” I sighed. “Wait... you ARE Turahk now, aren’t you?”

Makuta leaned toward me and hissed. I nearly jumped out of my seat. “Don’t worry, my head isn’t going to split apart,” he laughed.

“I get the feeling you just like to control people,” I muttered. “Well, at least you aren’t in a position to hurt my friends anymore. Besides, it sounds like you’ll be busy looking for a job for a while.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he smiled. “I’ve got enough money to live on for a few months. Now that I don’t have to report to work, I think I’ll just spend some quality time with you. We could take a little vacation together.”

I buried my mask in my hands. Maybe helping him find a job would be a good thing. “You should consider some other options, Makuta. I bet you’d be a really good lawyer.”

“I could hack the files at some university, and give myself a law degree,” he chuckled. “And I’m sure it wouldn’t take me any time at all to establish a reputation for myself.”

“No doubt,” I agreed. I was even more relieved when I recognized the sign for the DPS office half a mile down the street.

“But it just wouldn’t be the same. I’d really miss Bionicle. I still think the best thing would be for you to help me get back into the storyline. Besides, I’m worried about my poor sick brother. Even though he’s a real pain in the neck, he’s family. I’ve got to get back there and protect him from those meddling Turaga.”

“But when you merged with Takanuva, you agreed to wake Mata Nui,” I protested. “Now you’re saying you need to protect him. What’s really going on?”

“What someone wants is not always what is best for him,” he replied enigmatically. “And as soon as you help me get back into the storyline, my dove, all that will be revealed. Otherwise, LEGO will just move on to other things.”

“Like this new ancient island?”

Makuta shook his head. “The Toa really have no idea what they’re about to get themselves into. If they had any sense, they would be begging LEGO to put me back in the story, just so I could warn them. If you help me, you’d be helping them, too.”

I sighed. “The problem is, I don’t know what you’d do. You won’t tell me what’s really happening, and I’m not sure I’d believe you if you did.”

Makuta pulled the Cadillac into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. “Let’s get a little something to eat, shall we?” He opened his door and slowly rose from his seat.

“Well, all right,” I agreed hesitantly. We walked into the shop. We ordered two cones from the astonished teenager behind the counter, and we sat down to eat them.

“So, all I want you to do is start a little poll for me, asking the members if they want me to come back. And say in the first post what a great villain I am. You wouldn’t even have to lie, my love. Didn’t you tell me that I was the best in the business, and you hoped I got a new contract with LEGO?”

“Yes, I did,” I replied. “But I don’t want to actively campaign for it. Besides, no one is going to believe I’m doing it of my own free will. They know you too well, Makuta. Why don’t you just do it yourself, from your own account?”

“Because you’re a respected member of the community. I could never persuade people the way you can. And they might figure out that it’s really me.”

“Very flattering, Makuta. But I just can’t bring myself to be your advocate, after all the destruction and misery you’ve caused.”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. I noticed that the boy was looking at him nervously.

We finished our cones, and I tossed our napkins into the trash can and stood up. “Thanks for the ice cream, Makuta. I’m happy you’ve had a change of heart. And good luck with your contract.” I smiled at him. “If you start a poll, I’ll vote for LEGO to bring you back. Goodbye.” I started to walk out of the store. The DPS office was only a couple of blocks away, and I was anxious to get back to the safety of my truck.

“My good will, refused,” muttered Makuta. I spun around as he lunged. He threw me down in front of the door. I struggled to push him off, but he quickly had me pinned to the tile floor.

“Get off me!” I yelled.

“Not until you promise to start my poll,” he grinned. He began to tickle my ribs. I laughed and thrashed, but he held me fast in his iron grip.

“Forget it, Makuta,” I panted. “I’m not going to do it!”

The young man behind the counter ran over to us. “Hey! Stop that!”

Makuta looked up at him. “This is none of your concern, you little punk,” he snarled menacingly. He held up his hand, and the boy was thrown backwards against the wall.

I took advantage of the distraction to roll to the side, but Makuta crushed me into the floor with his knee. As he tickled me again, I laughed so hard I was gasping for air. “I--won’t--”

“Oh, yes, you will!”

“No! Aaah--” I was starting to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the store employee talking on the phone.

“Come on, my kitten. One little poll...”

Blackness was closing in around me. As I clung to the last remnants of consciousness, I began to think that perhaps it was not worth suffocating over something so minor. After all, it was just a poll. It might be interesting to see what people thought, anyway. “OK...” I breathed.

Makuta stopped tickling me. He took his knee off my chest and smiled. “I knew you would see things my way.”

I closed my eyes and lay back until the room stopped spinning. When I opened them again, the young man was rushing past us out the door. Flashing blue and red lights flickered through the room. I sat up. “What’s going on?” I asked. Then I saw a police car outside. Two officers were talking with the boy. Then they walked toward the door.

Makuta frowned. “Prying troublemakers,” he growled, wincing as he stood up. He grabbed his staff, which was leaning against the table, and waved it at the door. The glass shattered.

The policemen jumped back and ran behind their patrol car. “Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up, and no one will be harmed,” warned a voice on the police megaphone.

“Let’s just go out there. I’ll explain to them,” I offered, wishing to avoid any trouble.

“What’s to explain? It’s that stupid kid’s fault,” grumbled Makuta. He helped me to my feet and put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get us out of here.”

Outside the large windows of the ice cream shop, I could see two more police cruisers arriving. They surrounded the building. The officers got out of their cars, guns drawn. “Makuta, they think you’re holding me hostage,” I said.

“Do they?” A wicked smile flashed across his Kraahkan. “That’s perfect! Just play along, angel.” He grabbed me in a headlock and raised his staff defiantly. “Stop right where you are, or she dies!” he yelled at the police. They stopped advancing and crouched behind their vehicles.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” I groaned. He was going to turn this into a big drama, I could tell. I just hoped no one would get hurt.

The police appeared to be waiting for something. Makuta grew impatient. “Let’s get this party started!” He released me and opened his hand, revealing a dark ball. He tossed the ball into the air and struck it with an overhand motion of his staff, hurling it through the window at a squad car. The ball smashed through the glass, hit the hood of the car, and detonated. The officers nearby dove for cover behind the other cars. One of the policemen fired his pistol at Makuta, but he deflected the bullet with his staff. I heard it ping against the wall. They held their fire when he pulled me close to him again.

Makuta watched with amusement as a black truck marked ‘S.W.A.T.’ pulled into the parking lot, followed closely by a news van from a local television station. “Look, darling, I bet we’ll be on TV tonight,” he grinned. A half dozen men, dressed in black and carrying high-powered rifles, jumped out of the truck and took positions around the building.

“Makuta, this is crazy. I thought you had renounced senseless violence!”

“I know what I'm doing, beloved. No one's going to get hurt,” he purred. “Relax, and enjoy the show.”

The loudspeaker on the S.W.A.T. truck announced, “We are sending in a negotiator. Put down your weapons and step away from the hostage.” A member of the team slowly approached the door. Makuta smiled, lay his staff against the counter, and released me. He walked over to meet the policeman. They stopped a few paces from each other. I watched nervously from a few feet away.

“Look, if we work together, we can settle this peacefully. What are your demands?” asked the negotiator.

Makuta scratched his head. “Well, let me think for a moment. All right, how about this? I want all your strength.” His hand darted out and gripped the officer’s shoulder. The policeman crumpled to the ground. Makuta stepped over his prostrate body and asked loudly, “Anyone else want to negotiate?”

No one moved for a moment. “Come on,” said Makuta, grabbing my arm and his staff. He pulled me behind the counter as the snipers on top of the truck opened fire. We ducked through a hail of bullets and glass shards into an interior office. He bolted the door shut behind us.

“I’m getting out of here, Makuta. I don’t want any part of this anymore!” I broke free of his grip and ran for the door.

“Don’t be a fool, darling. You’ll get shot,” he replied, jumping in front of me. He waved his hand, sealing the door with a thick layer of ice.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked angrily. “I thought you were still weak from your act of kindness!”

Makuta grinned. “There’s nothing like a little adrenaline to get me going again. Plus a little energy stolen from that policeman. Of course, that will wear off soon.” He sat down in the manager’s chair and put his feet on the desk. “Now we just wait.”

“For what?” I looked around anxiously. Then I sighed and sat on the edge of the desk. “Well, if I survive, at least I’ll probably get a good story out of your roguishness.”

“You always do,” he said with a wink.

From the noises outside the room, it sounded like the S.W.A.T. team was storming the building. Soon we could hear heavy blows striking the door. The wood splintered, and then the tools hacked at the ice. “Who IS this guy?” asked one muffled voice.

“More like, WHAT is he?” wondered another.

As the police chipped a hole in the frozen block, Makuta stood. I ran behind a cabinet, my heart racing with fear. “You gentlemen want a little help with that?” he asked, raising his hand. A jet of flame shot toward the door, vaporizing the ice. The tools were hastily retracted with loud yells of pain.

A few seconds later, several policemen in full riot gear charged through the smoldering remains of the door, their rifles aimed right at Makuta. As they began to fire, he held up his staff and deflected bullets all over the room. Then he sent the S.W.A.T. team sprawling with a massive shock wave. The door jamb and part of the ceiling collapsed as well.

He turned to look at me through the cloud of dust, his face suddenly weary. He swayed and clutched his staff to steady himself. “Sweetheart, are you all right?" he asked.

I nodded. Then I saw the pale green oily fluid spilling from a jagged hole in his side. "Oh, no!" I exclaimed. "You've been shot!"

"Looks like I missed one," he winced. “I’ve lost my touch.”

I grabbed an apron off the desk and pressed it against the injury. Then I glanced at his back. The exit wound was even larger. Makuta took the apron and tossed it aside. "Thanks, beloved, but it really doesn't matter anyway. Even before this, I was running out of energy to fight them. It's just a matter of time before they get me.”

“Why didn’t you listen to me?” I asked, exasperated. “All right, just stay here. I’ll go out there and--”

“Wait, darling. You’re the only one who really understands me.” He put his arms around me. “I’m counting on you to tell my story after I’m gone.”

“Makuta, stop being so dramatic. I’ll go talk to them. I can probably get them to drop any kidnapping or assault charges. You’ll probably be stuck with ‘Resisting Arrest’--”

“You don’t get it, do you?” he murmured. “This is it for me, GaliGee. I used the last of my strength to drag myself over here, so I could see you one last time and explain everything. As for this,” he said, gesturing at the doorway, “I just wanted to go out in a blaze of glory. And now I can die happy, in the arms of my angel.” He slumped forward. I staggered under his weight as his staff clattered to the floor. I dragged him over to the desk and pushed him onto the chair.

Makuta had stopped breathing, and the light in his eyes had gone dark. We were both covered with hydraulic fluid. I lay my head on his chest, and there was no heartbeat. I lifted his arm and let it go. It fell limply into his lap. I shook him, saying, “Makuta? Makuta!” But there was no response.

Stunned, I stepped back. He was really dead. At least, his body was really dead. His spirit had survived defeat once before, but this time he had given away most of his strength. It would probably be a very long time before he could regain a physical form.

I stared in disbelief at the lifeless form of the once-powerful master of shadows, who had threatened my friends’ lives and turned my own existence into a waking nightmare. I had followed the story of his lies, deceit, and destruction since the day I was built, when I learned my purpose as a prototype of the heroes who would ultimately confront him. And I had listened to his story of repentance with considerable skepticism.

But somehow I still felt sorry for him. He had allowed himself to be hacked in half to save two of his enemies. Even though he was under the influence of someone else’s light, he had nevertheless done it of his own will. He had obviously suffered incredible pain for their sakes. His lanky, makeshift body looked so vulnerable, with his long limbs hanging haphazardly from the office chair and his fluid seeping into the cushions. Had he really scraped together some parts just to come talk to someone who kept rejecting him? Behind the secrets he guarded so closely, behind the reasons for his evil deeds, he was no doubt a lonely and tormented soul.

I stood gazing at him for a few moments, not sure what to do. Then I leaned over and caressed the side of his Kraahkan with my hand. “Goodbye, Makuta. I hope you find peace.” I turned toward the door.

Out in the hallway, the S.W.A.T. team was preparing for another attempt. “It’s me, the hostage,” I shouted. “Don’t shoot! I’m coming out!” I put my hands on top of my head, and I walked past the riot police through the demolished ice cream shop. A policeman ran to meet me and led me to a squad car. The parking lot was jammed with emergency vehicles--a fleet of police cars, two fire engines, a hazardous materials response team truck, and three local news vans. Sirens wailed and radios crackled all around. A female officer waved away the approaching reporters, took my arm, and asked if I was all right.

“I’m fine,” I replied. “The one you want is in the office. I think he’s dead.”

“Do you know him?” she asked, scribbling some notes on a pad.

“Oh, yes,” I nodded. I took a towel offered by a paramedic and began to wipe off the green fluid.

“What was his relationship to you?”

“He was... I guess you could say he was an old friend,” I answered slowly.

“I see. Now, please state your full name.”

Suddenly a huge explosion rocked the ground. The roof blew off the building, and flaming boards, metal fragments, melted tar, and plaster chunks rained down all around. Everyone scrambled for cover. Then I heard a humming sound. I felt something slam into my back and lift me up, and I was flying through the smoke.

“That was so sweet, GaliGee,” said Makuta as he flew us out of the parking lot. “You really do care about me.”

“You filthy rotten liar!” I yelled. I pounded his legs with my fists.

“Now, now, dear,” he chided gently. “That’s not a very smart thing to say to someone who’s holding you twenty feet above the ground.”

I crossed my arms and frowned. When confronted with the results of his evil, Makuta had acted with selfless courage. But at heart, he was still the same devious rascal.

He flew down and hovered next to my truck. “There you go, precious. Thanks for the wonderful visit. Now, don’t forget your promise to start my poll.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” I growled, climbing off his lap.

“Having integrity is such a burden, don’t you think?” he grinned, tweaking my chin. “Until next time, my lovely!” He zoomed back toward the ice cream shop.

As I unlocked my truck, I was startled to see a dozen red roses, tied with a black ribbon, lying on the passenger seat. The tag read, “Thank you so much for your help! Forever yours, .” I groaned and started the engine. As I drove toward my house, I heard sirens behind me. I barely had time to pull over before a black Cadillac convertible roared past, followed by a half dozen police cars. Then two glowing red lights appeared under the bumper. I watched in astonishment as Makuta’s car lifted off the ground and shot into the sky, leaving a white smoke trail and a faint odor of ammonium perchlorate.


THE END


A promise is a promise. Vote whether LEGO should bring back Makuta in this poll.

For a better look at Makuta's new form, see this topic.

Special thanks to

Galikat
pohatu jr
Kikua
GregF
tahu3220
Toa of Plastic
T-Hybrid



This post has been edited by GaliGee: Mar 28 2005, 03:29 PM

[Kadaj]

heh good as always. Possibitlity of Makuta ever really good heh thats when I and Sumra get a lifetime contract for the Bionicle movies to come. Oh well I think me and the Makuta should get to know eacother a bit better considering we never existed in the same timelines till now can you give me an address?

[Danska: Shadow M...]

heh heh, that old rascal can't leave you alone for a minute can he? well, at least this time he didn't threaten to kill you or abduct you or the likes. And of course, you've learnt a valuable lesson: looks can be decieving, but anything can be deceiving around Makuta.

[Galikat the Alle...]

Wow. I thought Makuta really was dead. That guy is such a drama queen. That story really had me guessing. I hope Makuta faces justice someday... or maybe he'll just keep wandering around forever, surviving the unsurvivable and doing his evil deeds. He sure is unpredictable. I hope he never returns.

Then again, so far in your poll people want Makuta to return, so I predict that he'll at least send you a note. Speaking of which, I got a PM from Makuta saying that he needed a #4 plus-rod and two #6 plus-rods. He didn't say what for... I wish I'd never sent them. Pinky threatened to eat my homework if I didn't, and I knew that my homeschool co-op teachers wouldn't believe me if I told them what happened. ("Honestly, my kraata ate my homework. No, I'm not trying to 'be smart', I'm just saying my kraata DID eat my homework.")

[Ihlos-Toa of Lig...]

So he did end up having a huge dent in his old Kraakan. Hmmm...well he certainly did a good job with the I'm-dying act. I wonder if he will be able to get a renewed contract with lego.

Anyway great! story GaliGee!

[Low Quality Post...]

That's awsome GG! If you want, I can start the "Makuta should come back" for you.

Keep up the good writing!

[Zavwal]

Wow,I think that story is one of the best stories you've written so far, GaliGee! It's an excellent blend of action and suspense!

[Tavanaka]

QUOTE

I stood gazing at him for a few moments, not sure what to do. Then I leaned over and caressed the side of his Kraahkan with my hand. “Goodbye, Makuta. I hope you find peace.” I turned toward the door.

Aw, that's so sweet, GaliGee!

Bet Makuta wanted you to kiss 'em, though. good thing you didn't.

Man, I feel so sorry for him. He needs help. Just beware of strange plushies. He may become cuddle-crazed now. *shudders*


--

[Belfy]

Well, GaliGee...you have really done it this time! I've always liked your Makuta, and this just cements it. Everything from his dramatic first appearance, to his mock death scene, is truly well-written.

You have indeed stayed true to the movie attitude of him, (can you say evil?) but with a bit more humor, drama, and childlike mischieviousness, typical GG combo.

I like the way he 'explained' things for us. Half the time it was just mindless ramblings, followed by a pet name or caress to you. Ten to one, I don't think he even knows what exactly he is now, what he's gonna be doing, or even if he should be talking with you.

His mock death scene in this fic was one of the most entertaining I've read. Geez, he may be crippled, lost, and a drama queen to boot, but he still retains his devil-may-care self.

Again, sugoi (wow!) GaliGee!

Nova Nuhvok

[Crystal Matrix]

Awesome! Oh, GG, you write the best stories. I loved this one, and has now resumed a place in my favorite stories list. You know, despite having a devilishly rascal side to him, I think he has a shot at being forgiven.

-CM

[Kal-X]

this story is just like all of your other ones...
GREAT!!! i always enjoy your stories galigee.
i can't believe he would use bohrok-kal hand shields to climb out of the mangai, where would he get them anyw...
hey! where are my hand shields!?

[Tolan: Toa of Ho...]

Finally! Yep thats makuta. Front to back. Combanation actor, evil spirit, maniac, and as I put it on talk like a pirate day, a "Landlubber-lunkhead!"

Very good. I must admit, makuta put up a good fight and act. I saw it myself (Wink wink). I think i'll let makuta live. As mutch as he is evil, it's just not bionicle without makuta. I also like how you put him when under the influence of light. I wounder where he is now...
FLASH!
Makuta: You called?
TOL: I had to open my big mask hole. *Slaps self*

This post has been edited by TOL: Seeker of the Truth: Oct 1 2003, 03:21 PM

[Angeldust]

That had to be the best Makuta Story yet, GG! I loved the part where everything was sooooooooo touching, and he just tricked you into doing that. It was also really mean of him to make you promise to make a poll, but a promise is a promise. Now maybe that filthy, lying, cheating, evil megalomaniac will change. I mean there is always hope........... But what I'm wondering is, was it all a trick, is he really feeling weak, or is he actually back to strength? I guess we'll never find out.
-Compka

[Cross Wired Frea...]

Awsome Story Gali-Gee. It was amazing!

-DS-

[aka Rood]

QUOTE (GaliGee @ Oct 1 2003, 10:13 AM)

“How could I not know, with the spoiler on that Purple Dave guy's website?"

*hugs*
---

Lol, righty, to the fic.

Great first-person, as always. Makuta, Makuta...packed with personality and character. I just lurv the dialogue he has with GG. Funny, cute, priceless.

How BZP is incorporated into your fics is very fun. You feel like you are living in the same world as Makuta himself. Most of the fun of stories like this is picking out those little details.

Like a good GG ficcie should be, it is well-rounded in all areas, and a very entertaining read.

::: NN :::

This post has been edited by Nuparu Nuva: Oct 1 2003, 05:00 PM

[Saf]

Yea! It's actually the first time I've seen your Makuta... I just recently got over my laziness to read your stories... But they are just so good! Makuta was great! The pet names and the kindness, then the threatening, then the fake death... He changes so much! It's very accurate when one considers that one's looking at an evil mastermind. This short story was great... From now on I'll be keener with your stories... You are a lot better than I remembered!

Saf

[Yogata toa of th...]

AHHH so this was the new tale with Makuta in it. I told you he wasn't all bad but still poor Turahk kraata. My favorit part was........

You sound like Turahk,” I sighed. “Wait... you ARE Turahk now, aren’t you?”

Makuta leaned toward me and hissed. I nearly jumped out of my seat. “Don’t worry, my head isn’t going to split apart,” he laughed.

But I don't think Makuta is that flirty I mean when your a spirit male pronouns don't mean squat

This post has been edited by Yogata toa of the moon: Oct 1 2003, 06:40 PM

[The Rah]

This is the first story I read from you, and it is really cool.

Of course I'll vote!

-Rah

[Bravo Alpha Delt...]

*sniff* Touching story.... I loved it! I especially like the photo, and all the action. But it's the story I like the most.

[Shioi]

All Righty - another fun one!

Off-topic (but related): It's rather difficult for me to make a selection in your(Makuta's) poll. You see, what I want is your Makuta always. Just like I want your versions of all the Toa and was a little sad when I didn't see much of them in the flic (especially Tahu). Oh well.

On-topic (I can only hope): I will always think of Makuta in his most favorable light as you represent him here, in this story, and in your other Makuta/GaliGee stories: Easy to love/Easy to hate. (This is what I mean by favorable?)

Along with being: Exasperating, yet roguishly charming. Resourceful, creative, intelligent, focused, driven; and add to this- an evil guy who has a wonderful turn of phrase. He's got everything doesn't he? And so much more than I mention here.

Why do I almost want Makuta and GaliGee together?

See - what craziness. That's what your stories are doing to us!

He's that endearing.

And I've said quite enough!

-Shioi

Oh, one more thing. How great that one of the only times you break up a longer string of dialogue is with the line,

"He stopped to let two boys on bicycles cross the street." Classic. What a great picture that is in my mind. Oh, the many-faceted Makuta.

[Toomai]

Wow... Err...that's really something. You never CAN tell if Makuta's telling the truth, right? He might have just PRETENDED to be weak and unemployed and all, you know!

Makuta: Step outside and say that!

Toomai: Err, I'm alrady outside, I'm on a wireless.

Makuta: Umm...then don't say that again! *sulks off*

[Galvatrons_Nemes...]

very nice! first GG ficcie, but i like it. I'm voting for sure!

[R2-D2]

That was exellent! Pretty sad, but hilarious! That Makuta never gets old. I actually thought he died. It was hilarious. The Snipers and explodions! It was awesome! 10/10!

[Screenguy]

That was a great story. I took me about 45 min. to read, but it ruled. I actually thought Makuta died near the end there. Nice dialouge, nice explanations of what happened after the MOL, good story all in all.

[dragalcat]

Great job GG!! I actually thought he was dead.(silly me) I like the way people respond to him. Although if I were that old woman, I wouldn't have said anything to him, even if he wasn't as bulky as he used to be.

[Exo-Toa of Plast...]

Makuta's back. So that's why my Kraata have been acting wierd recently.
Another nice Makuta fic. Does he never pester you when you're not trying to do something else? His car sounds like mine, except mine is smaller, and I don't quite live out of it. It just looks that way. At least his has a CD player. And a nice music selection. Mine can't fly, either.
"Heavy-handed," eh? Not much for semantics, is he? And "disrespectful wench"? What happened to "darling"?
I can't see him working for Ogel, either. After all, Ogel never reached the level of success Makuta did. (But I would like a Makuta minifig.)
GG, I think you're softening. You used to use terms like "evil megalomaniac" to describe Makuta, now you're calling him a rogue, or a rascal. But I suppose you have to be careful what you call someone who's holding you hostage, or twenty feet above the ground.
By the way, you're going to have to rename "Makuta's Last Try" now, aren't you? Oh, and what did I do to deserve "special thanks"? And finally, did you make those news graphics, or are they from a local television station?

- ToP

This post has been edited by Toa of Plastic: Oct 1 2003, 09:39 PM

[The_Conformist]

He's back... back in black... and with a new death scene!

That musta been funny as.. hmmm... fun? A rollercoaster?

Poor GG though. Drop by my place for a few lava drinks sometimes. (I'll put ice in yours, so you won't burn your throat. )

It's in Mo-Koro, come on over! (Though I'm a little busy fighting battle bots. )

[Dark Hunter Lewa...]

I loved it! I have read many of GaliGee's works, but this is the first time I have mustered up the courage to reply to one
Turahk: Hissss!
Lewa (me): Anyway, I'm not sure what my favorite part was, but Turahk knows his! *laughs*

QUOTE

“Because I can,” he grinned. “And it’s fun.” “You sound like Turahk,” I sighed. “Wait... you ARE Turahk now, aren’t you?” Makuta leaned toward me and hissed. I nearly jumped out of my seat. “Don’t worry, my head isn’t going to split apart,” he laughed.

I liked it too! Do you understand Rahkshi Language, too? I thought I was the only one! I have an epic and a short story going, too. The short story is about the Bahrag, and what REALLY happened. They are misunderstood . It also has Makuta in it. The epic is about... well, I'm not gonna tell you ! But it has Makuta Reformed in it (I tend to hang out with him ) and he is still kinda evil, not to mention grouchy, especially in the morning. If you want to read it, the link is in my sig. I am also gonna write a comedy, The Rahkshi of Annoyance and have sevral I-don't-know-what-I'm-gonna-make-ems planned in the near future, the Leyma chronicles and the Nogami chronicles.
ON TOPIC (well, as on topic as I ever get *laughs* ): Really great (as usual). That Makuta! If it isn't Evil Deeds in MoL or pranks in my stories, it's faking his death and playing tricks on poor GaliGee (If you think you got it bad, well try being Lewa's female biological side. Everytime Lego changes something, I change to reflect it. Right now I have holes in my arms just slightly smaller than my new hands! And the thing with my mask. Poor Rahkshi.) . Muahahaha! He beat me to it! Muahahahaha! And if it isn't any of those, then it's hacking my posts! See what I mean by still a bit evil? Gotta go before this gets REALLY bad. Turahk, I'd like my fear back, please (see all about the Rahkshi with their anti-powers in the Leyma Chronicles .)
Turahk: Hissss!
Lewa: I just reveiwed a GALIGEE story! *faints*
Gali: Oh, come on! She is just an author!
Turahk: Hissss!
Gali: I just dissed my Prototype! (If a Prototype does anything to herself, the updated version is changed to reflect it. Muahahaha! ) *faints*
Lewagirl78

[Xyrho191]

AMAZING GG!! thata awesome! i reall was fooled about the makuta being dad part. other words... there is no other words. keep up the good work!

[Papa Vinc]

Actually, poor Makuta, he just slapped on some pieces to see what's up with you, wait a minute...didn't you say the other story was going to be your last Makuta story?

~TN726

[Lord Kappa]

Great story as always GaliGee. I really liked it when Makuta 'died'. You must have had alot of explaining to do with the FBI and SWAT and PD. It's a shame that makuta is winning the poll,
It was destined to be!




This post has been edited by Makuta

[GaliGee]

Hey, y'all! Thanks for reading this little adventure and posting. I'm so glad you liked it.

Takura, yes, the day Makuta turns good is the day Kopaka starts wearing lederhosen (a Groucho Marx concept).

DKM, I always learn a lesson from Makuta. And you're right, he didn't threaten to kidnap or kill me this time! The worst thing I got was tickle torture... maybe he is going soft.

Galikat, thanks for all your help with this. (You no doubt recognize the "What if Makuta turned into a girl?" idea, among other things.) Yes, he had me fooled, too. It was quite the mind-bending experience to be standing there, covered in his hydraulic fluid, and then have him slam into my back and fly me away... Your kraata ate your homework? That IS a new one!

The Kurahk, yeah, his Kraahkan definitely looked the worse for wear. Some of Makuta's ordeal was real!

Georgua, thanks, but the poll is already going, and Makuta will be pleased with the result. After all, he's the villain we all love to hate!

Zavwal, thanks. There's never a dull moment around Makuta. That guy thrives on adrenaline.

Tamer, yep, he got pretty sentimental on me... and I really did feel sorry for him. If he hadn't pulled that whole nasty dying-in-the-arms-of-my-angel thing, he would have come off as something of a hero in this story (which is actually what he said he wanted from me--a story where he's glorified).

Nova, his 'devil-may-care' self! He's full of weird contradictions, for sure. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. To me, a well-spoken, crafty villain is much more scary than a big, intimidating one, because he gets you to lower your guard. His explanations are actually accurate, up to the point where he re-absorbs Turahk's kraata and drags himself away from the door. So he's definitely become an ambiguous character in the storyline, which suits my writing purposes perfectly.

CM, yes, he's very endearing, as far as villains go... it wasn't hard to forgive him for what he's done to me, as there has been no lasting damage. But I'm still having a hard time forgiving what he did to everyone else.

B-K, I think these are your hand shields I found in his back seat, I'll Fed-Ex 'em to you.

TOL, yep, the influence of light! To Makuta, that's like being intoxicated or something. But he stands by his good deeds, as well as his bad ones...

Compka, it's true, we'll never know if he was really weak, or if it was all an act. I'm leaning toward the 'all an act' theory. He was definitely weaker than he was before, but there was still plenty left. Surviving a gunshot wound, exploding the roof, flying...

Thanks, -DS-. Being with Makuta is never dull.

Nuparu Nuva, do you suppose Purple Dave is secretly working for Makuta? I love putting BZPower stuff into my fics, because that ties our reality into LEGO reality. Glad you liked it!

Saf, Makuta is consummately slippery, that's why he's so fun to write about. One moment it's sweet talk, the next it's violent threats... he makes his way through our world with sinister amusement.

Yogata, Makuta has sort of become a big Rahkshi now, in the way he looks AND acts! He isn't really in love with me, all that romantic talk is just his sneaky way of trying to get me to do things for him. I think he really does like me in a way, though, because my continuing resistance poses a challenge to him.

Raba2, I've written a few others, if you liked this one. There's a whole section of Makuta tales in my Stories topic!

Shadow Six, I like making a multi-media event, but I agree, it's still the story that counts the most.

Shioi, I totally agree with you about the MOL characters, I didn't much like their Tahu. (Mine is more noble, don't you think? ) The way he was so grumpy at the beginning, you couldn't even tell that the poison was affecting him. In the book, his and Gali's exchange at the Kolhii match was described as 'playful'... that seems more like it to me. But back on topic... yeah, I like my complex, multi-faceted version of Makuta, too, but it would never do in the real storyline. It's a love-hate thing, really... he's given me so many great stories, I have a hard time not liking him, even though he appears out of nowhere and leaves my life in chaos.

Toomai, yep, he's so deceitful! That makes for a lot of plot twists to drive me crazy...

Trms00357, welcome to my nightmare!

R2-D2, that makes two of us... his 'death' was awfully realistic. Everwhere Makuta goes, things seem to end up exploding...

Screenguy, I did my research for this story--I read lots of GregF Q&A as well as the book, and of course I watched the MOL a half dozen times. Makuta is actually telling the truth, up to the part about how he was revived (I just invented that). He's something of a hero, in spite of himself!

dragalcat, yes, people don't know what to make of Makuta. Have you noticed how he reacts to them? He ignores them, or sends them away in a panic (lady in line, ice cream shop employee, negotiator). He doesn't have much in the way of social awareness. But then, he doesn't really need to have much.

ToP, you're in the list for suggesting Makuta's latest musical selection. (He has good taste in music.) He loves to show up when I least expect it, just to upset my world. The 'heavy-handed' line was one of my favorites! That was actually the first part I wrote for this story. A Makuta minifig would be pretty funny... but yeah, working for Ogel is not something he considered very long. Ogel's a lightweight compared to Makuta. Maybe I am softening... but then, he did some good things, it's hard to write him off as pure evil now. And yes, those are local news station graphics, and a real ice cream shop near me (fake address, though). I took pictures inside and outside and pieced them together for the broken glass effect. It's still Makuta's Last Try, because this time he wasn't really recruiting me to come with him, just getting me to do something on BZPower. Besides, now he has nowhere to take me! Whew!

Tapaka, it was a roller-coaster ride, for sure. Makuta IS an adrenaline rush!

Lewagirl, your Makuta Reformed sounds interesting. I can definitely imagine him grouchy in the morning...

Xyrho191, he had me fooled, too! So dramatic...

Papa Vinc, I've said 'This is my last' about three times now. But really... this IS my last one! At least until he gets another job.

KamutaGee, Makuta spared me having to talk to all those people by flying me out of there. So far, they haven't caught up with me yet...

Well, thanks again, y'all! It's been quite a ride.


This post has been edited by GaliGee: Oct 2 2003, 10:51 AM

[Yogata toa of th...]

Didn't think he was in love with you I thought he just liked annoying you for fun! But hey he is makuta and in all your stories with him in it he is getting on your nerves!

[irdk]

Quite good. Somewhat strange, yet good. Sounded kind of like 'Out of the Silent Planet'

[~Ai~]

thats realy funny. the darling, sunshine, my sweet thing was CREEPY though. but it was really good, esp. now that i saw what he looked like!

[R2-D2]

QUOTE (GaliGee @ Oct 2 2003, 11:37 AM)

Hey, y'all! Thanks for reading this little adventure and posting. I'm so glad you liked it. R2-D2, that makes two of us... his 'death' was awfully realistic. Everwhere Makuta goes, things seem to end up exploding...

Yeah that's ture, plus you didn't give out your full name. I guess that will be a mystery forever!

[Kirby-kal]

nice story GaliGee i really liked it, this is way makuta should come back to bionicle!

[Esser-Z]

cool. I like the fight scene and all Makuta's tricks. Also, didn't I make Makuta's car fly? Well, it flies different...

[Saruwatari Taiki]

Heehee. Wonderful as always, GaliGee ! Keep it up, eh?

[running Pohatu]

i knew makatu would never die cause he is always powerful and has a new trick up his sleeve. i didnt think a bullet would finish makatu either.