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  1. Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I tend to agree with you about the final battle. I couldn’t think of a way to segue back to the battle above ground that made it seem as important as the one below ground, and hoped that the vignette with Kulu would give enough of a look at it. Thanks again for posting!
  2. Chapter 23 “I have to hand it to you, Kwynn. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Krakua was standing across from her, in the flesh this time. No need for a psychic link. They were in Ga-Koro, several days after the final battle had ended. With Kulu removed from the fighting, the Matoran had gained the upper hand, driving back Vortidax’s forces. Kulu himself was in custody, most likely headed for the Pit. “It wasn’t just me,” She replied, “In fact, Akarius is probably the real reason any of us are here.” Krakua nodded in agreement. “Speaking of the other Toa, feathers are ruffled back at Daxia over you telling them about the Order. Suffice it to say, they’ve withdrawn their offer of membership,” He said, a wry smile on his face. Kwynn returned it. “I don’t think I could’ve accepted, anyway. I don’t think I’m cut out for the spy business. Where will you go now?” Krakua’s look told her everything she needed to know. “Order business.” Both laughed, Krakua’s first in a while. “Besides your little... outburst... Daxia is pleased with how this all turned out. With everything going on in the world, they needed a win. They wish that the Impera could’ve survived the battle, however. A weapon like that could’ve turned the tide of the fighting all over the world.” Kwynn shook her head. “You didn’t see it, didn’t experience it. No one, not even the Order, could’ve controlled it. Even as Toa Kaita, we felt its pull. I’m not sure how Akarius managed to destroy it, but the world is better off without it.” Night was beginning to fall. Krakua sighed. It seemed like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Kwynn felt it too, like she could breathe easily for the first time in months. “What will you do now?” Krakua asked, this time as a friend rather than a liaison. Kwynn indicated the village behind them. “Be a Toa. Ga-Koro needs one, and all of the other villages are spoken for.” Krakua looked around, replying, “You could do worse. I’m sure you’ll find your sea legs eventually.” As darkness encroached, both knew it was time for him to take his leave. “Good luck, Kwynn. If you ever need anything, you know how to reach me.” Kwynn nodded, always bad at goodbyes. Before he turned to go, he left her with, “For the record, I think you’ll do much more good here than you would’ve at the Order.” Alaron shifted her weight one last time, carefully judging the distance before letting loose with her power. In one motion, the roof and floor of the tunnel met each other, forming one solid wall of earth. It was as if the Karzahni Shaft had never been opened. With her, all of the Onu-Matoran were gathered. At the front of the crowd were Levin, Gerov, Vulut, and Havel. They watched the proceedings somberly. One last touch was needed before Onu-Koro could try to remember what life was like before the invaders. Alaron reached her hand out, gingerly touching the new section of wall. She breathed, before using her finger to trace out lines of Matoran text in the earth: We Shall Never Forget. Under it, in a careful and deliberate hand, she carved the names of all those who died during the years of captivity. It took some time, but this was the least that they deserved. When she was done, the Matoran gave a solemn applause before returning to the village. They had lives to rebuild, lost time to make up for. Only Gerov, Vulut, and Havel stayed. There was long silence before Alaron finally spoke. “I’m sorry that I left you. I should’ve stayed and fought, should’ve made sure that all of us got out. I feel like such a coward for running,” she said, her fist clenched. “There are no hard feelings, Alaron,” Gerov said earnestly, “If any of us were to get out, we were glad it was you. Look around, you didn’t disappoint!” “We just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Vulut added, a hint of concern in his voice, “Toa need to look out for themselves too.” Alaron smiled, getting down on one knee to embrace all three of them. “If you ever doubt yourself, just remember that those other Toa would’ve been bushwhacked by Manas if it weren’t for you, and we’d all be Rahi bones,” Havel continued. “Thank you, guys. Ever since we beat Vortidax, I’ve kind of been adrift, asking myself ‘What now?’ I think I have my answer. As long as I live, Onu-Koro will never have to live in fear again. Anyone that wants to get to you has to go through me.” The three Matoran gave a cheer, patting Alaron on the back before making a valiant effort to lift her on their shoulders. With laughs all around, they set off back to the village, ready to construct Onu-Koro’s new beginning. Le-Koro never needed an excuse for a party, but the destruction of the evil plaguing them was as good of an excuse as any. This party had lasted for nearly three days at this point, with no sign of stopping. Serus had given up any hope of corralling the raucous Matoran, joining in with them as their music reverberated off every branch and and every leaf. Kahu riders circled the village, dropping flower petals and fruit on the festivities. The mok-mok flowed like water, and at the center of it all were the two Toa. Voti and Julus had kept up with the Matoran beat for beat, only starting to grow tired of it all after the party entered its third day. Even Ivith, injured as he was, joined in. Despite the happiness that pervaded air, Voti could tell that Julus was restless. As night fell on the third day, she again caught him making a move for the Kahu pens. “You know, Metru-Nui isn’t going anywhere,” she said, having snuck up on him once more, “Those components will still be there after we’ve ensured there aren’t any more invaders on the island.” His shoulders sagged, and he turned to face her. “I made a promise, and it’s high time I follow through on it,” Julus said, brandishing the aviary key. “That’s true, but you don’t have to go alone. Remember our unity in Onu-Koro, or the fight with Vortidax? Don’t put yourself in danger over your guilt. We’ll both go. You can fly, I’ll be the second.” Julus looked touched, but there was still concern in his eyes. “What about the village? We can’t leave them undefended.” Voti smiled, replying, “The Vine Striders held down the fort before we came along, I’m sure they can do it for a few weeks more.” Julus thought more about it, finally relenting. Voti approached him, pulling him into an embrace. “Ivith is lucky to have a friend like you,” she said, “We’ll check with Turaga Serus, and leave in the morning, laden with supplies hopefully. Much better than striking out on your own with only a flying saddle and a dream, isn’t it?” Julus laughed, turning to look down at Le-Koro. “We’ve got our hands full with this place, don’t we?” He said. Voti nodded, answering, “If any village needed two Toa, it’s Le-Koro. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Let’s get back, we have a long journey to prepare for.” Kopa purred loudly as he slept by one of the braziers in Ko-Koro’s great hall. The warmth inside the building matched the mood outside. With the battle won, all of the captives taken during the raid at the beginning of the war were able to return home, leading to quite the emotional reunion when they arrived with Hoku and his eternal companion at their head. The Toa of Ice stood in the Great Seers Hall, where Turaga Velal had once led the village. Oren, Velal’s replacement, was with him. Together, they stared at the empty chair that the fallen elder once occupied. With the crisis resolved and things returning to normal, Oren had resigned from his position as interim Turaga, preferring to leave it empty out of respect for Velal. For the first time, Hoku had agreed with him. Either out of respect or awkwardness, the two stayed silent for a long time. “You did well. You made Ko-Koro proud. You would’ve made him proud,” Oren said finally. Hoku nodded, not taking his eyes off of the throne. “I don’t want you to think that I didn’t believe in you back then. I was doing what I thought was right for all of us.” Finally, Hoku turned to face him. “You were right to do that. I had let my emotions get the better of me. I should’ve been thinking about the Matoran, but instead I only thought of myself. I was... afraid, I think,” Hoku said, more to himself than to Oren. “We all were. Still, without your initiative, we might have suffered for longer than we did.” There was another short silence before Hoku spoke again; “What will Ko-Koro do for leadership now that we’re down a Turaga?” “There’ll be an elected council,” Oren said, “I believe they’ll be extending you an invitation to join, if you’d like to continue telling me what I’m doing wrong.” Hoku chuckled, the most emotion Oren was likely to get out of him. “Ko-Koro would’ve been alright if you had stayed Turaga, “ he admitted, before turning to the door, “I still would’ve been hard on you, but purely out of concern for the village.” As Hoku exited, Oren got the feeling that that’s what passed for a joke from him. With his master leaving, Kopa quickly followed after him. To the untrained eye, it would have seemed like an absolutely normal day in Ta-Koro. That’s because, for all intents and purposes, it was. The smelters and forges were burning, the lava farmers were toiling in their fields. There were still a few celebrations ongoing, but most Ta-Matoran had seemed eager to get back to work. There had been the correct amount of festivities, of course, and this had satisfied the collective. For the most part, however, after their home was ravaged by earthquake and abandoned during war, the Ta-Koronans just wanted things to go back to normal. Inix and Turaga Nemick had been happy to oblige. The first order of business was to rebuild the ruined portions of the wall. And so, as if the entire village had not been through several near-death experiences, life went on in Ta-Koro. Inix was in the village center, giving a testimony to the island’s new chronicler, Tera. Her first project was to interview all seven Toa to put together a narrative about the Impera War, as it had come to be called. “...and that’s when Akarius smashed the Kanohi Impera. There was a huge flash of light, and it was done. After that, Vortidax’s spirit was crushed, and our combined powers were able to defeat him.” Although Inix was far from the best storyteller, Tera hung on every word, dutifully recording them for her manuscript. When it was done, she thanked the Toa and went on to her next order of business. Nemick, who had been listening, approached Inix with a knowing look. A look of guilt flashed on Inix’s face. “I seem to remember the story a bit differently, Toa,” Nemick said, with only a little bit of accusation. Inix dipped his head. “It’s technically the truth. We defeated Vortidax, but we didn’t kill him. Besides, I think the last thing the Matoran need right now is another Makuta to be afraid of,” Inix reasoned. Nemick nodded in agreement. “I think we’ve all had our fill of fear. Volara-Nui needs healing, first and foremost. Let us cross each bridge as we arrive at it,” the Turaga said, before turning to face Inix, “I must tell you, Inix, that you have already done more for the Matoran than I ever did as a Toa.” “Every step of the way, I considered what you would have done in that situation. Your guidance throughout the years saved my life more than once,” Inix replied. Nemick shook his head. “Don’t diminish what you bring to your team, Inix. All that I’ve seen is entirely you. I couldn’t be more proud.” Inix beamed at this, turning his head to look at Tera. The Chronicler was standing at the stele in the center of the village, carefully carving a new entry into it. After witnessing it, Nemick added, “I have a feeling this is the first of many of your exploits to be added to the Wall of History.” The ship bobbed up and down as it made a trail through the open ocean. Its innermost hold was dark and dank, and Kulu could hear the sounds of vermin chittering in the darkness. The ship was overflowing with the Kra-Matoran prisoners taken during the war for Volara-Nui. Chief among them was the Shadow Toa that led them. He was currently bound in a cell that greatly dampened his elemental powers. On his face was an unpowered Kanohi mask, one of the only courtesies afforded to him during his custody. Presumably, they were all being whisked away to the Pit. With little else to do, Kulu contemplated the Master; their relationship, his downfall, the Makuta who had killed him. Did the Master ever actually respect him? Was it all just a ploy to win his undying devotion? It wasn’t as if Kulu regretted his actions while in Vortidax’s service; however, if all of the Master’s praise was a lie, what was the truth? The creaking of the ship brought him back to the present, and he found himself wondering who exactly his captors were. They had called themselves the Order of Mata-Nui, but that name meant little to Kulu. No matter who they were, he doubted they could protect him from Teridax’s wrath. After all, wasn’t he just a loose end? As far as he was concerned, he was waiting for death. Suddenly, he heard a noise; footsteps approaching him. It seemed death was coming sooner than he expected. Despite his years of acclimation to the dark, he could make out little about the newcomer in the dimness. However, whoever it was seemed to regard him silently for a few moments. Finally, Kulu grew tired of the game. “How long until we reach the Pit?” He asked acidly, “Or is this ship taking us all to Karzahni itself?” The figure seemed to laugh. Kulu glared at them, trying to discern any of their features. “Your destination is neither, although you deserve it more than most people,” they said finally. Kulu tried to sit up, his interest piqued, but his manacles prevented this. The figure continued, “No Shadow Toa has ever been captured alive before. The Order is extremely interested in your potential. What do you think about doing something beneficial for a change?” Kulu spat, continuing to fight against his restraints. “I was doing something beneficial. Vortidax was going to save us all,” he growled. The figure laughed even harder. “Surely you don’t still believe that? Either way, you don’t have much of a choice in the matter. Either you accept, or you go overboard. It’s the least you deserve.” Kulu was taken aback. Whatever this Order was, they were nowhere near as weak as the Toa. Surely they wouldn’t offer someone like him a chance at redemption? If nothing else, Kulu was intrigued. “Fine, I’ll do it. But how can I trust that you still won’t throw me overboard?” “You’ll have to impress us, I suppose. If you’re anywhere as good as Vortidax thought you were, then you should have no trouble. We’ll have to take certain precautions, of course, and don’t get any notions that this an exoneration of any sort. Think of it more as a stay of execution, or maybe a trial by ordeal. No one expects you to come out of it alive.” Kulu gulped, but he figured that he didn’t have much of a choice. In any case, this was exactly the thing he was built for. He was a survivor, after all. With darkness falling on the island, Akarius found himself alone. He was sitting on the outskirts of Po-Koro, meditating as Voti taught him to. He contemplated his past, his old team, and their fate. He thought about arriving at this new point in time, helping the Matoran, meeting his team members. His thoughts turned to the past few days. After defeating Vortidax, Akarius and Likar had decided to return to Po-Koro and finally rebuild it. The abandoned bones of the ruined village were filled with life once more as the Po-Matoran reclaimed their old homeland. The diaspora was over, and the sound of construction could be heard even now. Where once stood the old silo, which Akarius had used as a weapon in his fight against the Rahkshi, the Matoran were building him a Toa-sized dwelling, complete with a new Suva. He was helping wherever possible, of course. He raised over a dozen houses per day, using his powers to manifest them out of nothing. It would take time, but soon the Po-Matoran would again have a new place to call their own. Finally, he meditated on Inerox. The Toa unsure of his destiny, strung along by a manipulator, and coming very close to dying for a megalomaniacal scheme. In a way, Inerox’s close encounter with the Kanohi Ossas had given him a second shot at destiny. Akarius was glad he was here, that he was able to help free the Matoran from fear. He just wished that his old teammates hadn’t needed to die to get him here. Vortidax had said that one needed to make sacrifices to achieve their goal. Akarius got the feeling that Inerox had sacrificed far more than Vortidax ever did. Akarius finished meditating, opening his eyes and standing up. He looked out across the expanse of dunes, the endless sea that lay beyond them. No, not endless. The image of the prone figure draped across the blue planet haunted him. Was Vortidax right? Could Teridax gain control over the whole world? The thought made his stomach churn. He pushed the notion out of his mind. Despite it all, that wasn’t important right now. What was important was rebuilding Po-Koro. When he had first awoken on the shores of Le-Wahi, he had constructed a monument to the nameless teammates he might’ve lost. He had assumed that they had drowned in a shipwreck. If only it were that simple. Now that he knew the truth, he decided to erect a new memorial for the teammates that he now knew that he lost. Just like before, he reached out with his mind to the stones around him. They responded to his beck and call, forming into a cairn that stood as tall as him and twice as wide. At its crown, he placed six flat stones. On each, he engraved a name. Minak. Jin. Fenad. Werin. Yuvix. On the last stone, he engraved the name Inerox. Physically, Inerox might still have been alive, but in every other aspect, he had died on that beach with his teammates. His sacrifice had carried Akarius all the way to now. The Matoran were safe, the island was at peace. “Thank you, Inerox,” Akarius said somberly, “You may rest now. I’ll take it from here.” With that, Akarius turned back to the village. There was much to do, but as far as he was concerned, they had nothing but time. Review Topic
  3. Chapter 22 It seemed poetic that it would end here. From his vantage point, Kulu could see the campfires of the gathered Volaran troops. He could also see a small quarry at the base of Mount Orit, one of the volcanoes situated on the western side of the Lokava Mountains. One hundred years ago, that quarry had not been there. It was all just barren, rocky topsoil on the border between Po- and Onu-Wahis. Yet, one young surveyor had been certain that it would be an excellent spot for a quarry like the one that now sat there. He had spent weeks studying the area, taking samples, researching eruption patterns of the nearby volcano. It was painstaking work, yet he eventually had a report he could give to the surveyor’s guild. With such a detailed report and with the promise the site showed, the young surveyor was confident he’d be made a foreman in no time. That was, until they showed up. Other surveyors, although the young Onu-Matoran would call them vultures. They watched him work, waiting for him to finish the report, so they could swoop in and steal the credit. It had happened to others. The young surveyor was determined not to let it happen to him. He confronted them, demanding to know what they wanted. They responded defensively, saying they were just taking in the sights. Tempers began to flare, and fighting words were spat. Soon, there was a brawl between the young surveyor and one of the vultures. Before the other could render aid, the young surveyor’s anger got the better of him. He grabbed a rock and swung it. When the young surveyor got up, there was blood on his hands, and the first vulture was lying motionless. Without waiting to see what would happen next, the second vulture bolted, jumping on their Ussal crab and making a break for the village. By the time the young surveyor returned to Onu-Koro, the damage was done. He was wanted as a killer. So, he did the only thing that came naturally to him; he ran. He ran until no one was chasing him. He ran until his legs gave out. He was lost, hounded, alone. There, in the Po-Wahi wastes, he collapsed. He thought that he would die there, even welcomed it. However, that would not be his destiny. The Master’s outriders found him, and turned him into one of them. Now, the young surveyor was back where it had all started for him. It had been a long journey, but Kulu had survived. He always survived. Still, none of that mattered unless he held the field at the day’s end. The leadup to this battle had been quite the adventure. After his victory over Victus’s army, Kulu had begun his march to Ta-Koro. Upon finding it empty, however, they had to turn around in hopes of catching the Matoran in Volara-Nui’s heartland. After the Master’s “diplomatic solution” had failed, the Matoran looked as if they were going to stand and fight. Forces from all of the villages had arrived to bolster the Ta- and Onu-Koronans. Finally, it seemed, battle would be given, and the fate of the island would be decided. Frankly, Kulu had expected the Matoran to disperse and allow him to roll over them one by one. Nonetheless, this way was certainly quicker. As he considered this, the smoke from the campfires dissipated, replaced by a large cloud of dust. The Volarans were forming up. Kulu signaled for his own forces to do the same. As they shifted and scurried, Kulu took stock of what he had to fight with. He still had nearly 200 Kra-Matoran across five phalanxes, but the losses in Le-, De-, and Onu-Koros had taken their toll on his more elite warriors. Specifically, he had only 15 Rahkshi, a few dozen Visorak, and no Manas. Three Exo-Toa remained after the battle with Victus. Kulu had appealed to the Master for more Rahkshi to combat the Toa, but he had assured him they would not be needed. The Master insisted that the Toa would not be partaking in the fighting, instead making a move for the Impera. When they did, the Master would be there to stop them and finally gain his prize. The more Kulu thought about it, the more he saw the Toa as just more vultures, swooping in to steal what the Master had rightfully earned. The Volarans were of similar strength, although seemed to be expecting to be fighting on the defensive. Still, no advantage could stop the inevitable. The Matoran had no answer to their Rahkshi, Exo-Toa, even their Visorak would prove more than a match. All of that, plus a Toa of Shadow. There was no doubt in Kulu’s mind that he would be the one left standing by the day’s end. The Matoran were in sight now. The forces of the different villages were visible even from here, a multicolored panoply of Matoran kind. They must be thinking that their unity is enough to save them. Kulu thought, pulling his sword from its sheath, All it means is that I can cut them all down in one fell swoop. Kulu hoped that their Turaga were with them. He wanted them to witness their failure first hand. It had been nearly impossible for Akarius to turn away from the Matoran as they left the camp for Onu-Koro. Knowing what was about to happen, and knowing they could do nothing to help them, it was all nearly too much to handle. “You have your destiny, we have ours,” Nemick had told them before they left. They were passing through the tunnels of Onu-Koro now, lightstones in hand. Destiny was closer than ever. Much too close, he thought. Akarius tried to keep a lively pace, hoping they would be able to finish quickly and join the battle happening above ground. The trip passed in somber silence. Every now and then Julus or Voti would crack a joke to try to lift their spirits, but none of them were in the mood. Akarius, in particular, felt a deep nausea, almost like a stone sitting in his gut weighing him down. It was like a part of him was certain that the worst case scenario would pan out, that they would fail miserably and doom the Matoran. It grew and grew as they trekked deeper. Soon, it was almost like he was hearing whispers. Interestingly, these ran counter to the feeling in his core, seeming to beckon him further. It produced a feeling almost like vertigo, and multiple times he thought he would have to stop and rest. He refused to give into this desire, however; he feared if he stopped, he would never get going again. Soon, they reached the bridge where Akarius had first sensed the underground chamber. The lava was still flowing, still impeding their passage. However, if a Toa of Fire had created the flow, A Toa of Fire could erase it. Akarius gave the signal, and Inix walked to the center of the bridge and took a deep breath. He held out his hands and began absorbing all of the heat from the lava below. Slowly, it began to cool and harden, eventually becoming black obsidian. Inix let the breath out, allowing the energy to settle within him. It would provide a strong wellspring of elemental energy for the coming fight. With Inix’s job done, Akarius leapt down from the bridge onto the still-warm stone below, hammer at the ready. Alaron joined him, hefting her pickaxe above her head. With their power and Toa Tools combined, the Toa of Stone and Earth made short work of the glassy volcanic rock. Eventually, they cut through several bios of stone. Both came to a stop when the rough basalt turned to smooth bricks. This was it. With one last blow, Alaron swung her pickaxe through the layer of bricks, opening a path into the tunnel below them. The pathway was pitch black, swallowing the illumination from their lightstones. Still, they pressed on, dropping down into the chamber one by one. Even with their limited visibility, the Toa could tell that this structure was older than anything currently standing on Volara-Nui. An eerie breeze floated through the tunnel, chilling the heroes as they descended down endless stairs. “We’re already deeper than the deepest shaft in all of Onu-Koro,” Alaron said. Akarius couldn’t tell whether this was meant to be purely educational or was a betrayal of her own anxiety. Still, they forged on. The descent became steeper and the light scarcer. It seemed like hours had passed. It was possible that they had. Akarius still felt like he was being pulled in two directions. The further he went, however, the stronger the whispers became. Finally, Akarius’s foot touched the bottom of the stairs. From here on, it was level. The breeze had become a full-on gust of wind now, and Akarius realized that the whispers seemed to be carried upon it. The tunnel began to widen out, eventually becoming a great hall. At the other side of the hall, there was a great door, barred by a crystalline substance. The Toa Seal; they had made it. It was time. “Everyone listen up,” Akarius said, breaking the eerie silence, “There’s no going back from this. If we break this seal, we can’t stop until the Kanohi Impera is destroyed. I don’t know what lies on the other side of the seal, but whatever it is, we’ll be ready for it. Prepare yourself.” The other Toa nodded. “We’re with you,” Voti said. Akarius was convinced nothing could impeach her cheer. “When we’re done, let’s find a mission that doesn’t involve any underground tunnels,” Julus said, a smile crossing his face. “Agreed,” Kwynn added. For the first time in what felt like a long time, the group shared a laugh. The end was near, they all could feel it. Finally, Akarius took his position in front of the seal. “Ready?” They all were. One after another, the team took their positions. “Now!” In perfect unison, each Toa released an outpouring of their element. The onslaught struck the Toa Seal, causing it first to crack and then shatter into nothingness. The chamber beyond was open. The Kanohi Impera was waiting for them. Before any of them could move, however, Akarius nearly collapsed. The metaphorical rock in his gut suddenly felt incredibly real. It was as if he was rooted to the spot. He wanted to cry out but couldn’t. As the other Toa tried to help him, his bag fell from his shoulder. When it struck the ground, the contents spilled out. One item in particular caused Akarius to feel like he might faint. It was the ebon glass. The same one carried by Kulu. The same one that had summoned him to Vortidax’s void. One of them must have placed it in his bag during their parlay. It had all been a trap. When the glass struck the stone floor, it shattered, causing a cloud of smoke to appear in its place. Out from the cloud stepped Makuta Vortidax, heavy footsteps echoing off the cavern wall. The remaining Toa prepared for battle, all about to strike out with their elements. However, the Makuta’s mask simply glowed, and all of them fell to the floor, racked with terror. Kwynn sobbed quietly, kicking her legs as if trying to run. Inix and Voti mumbled to themselves incoherently, while Julus screamed in horror. Hoku’s usual calm had vanished as he cried out desperately for Kopa, who had bolted back up the stairs. Alaron looked like she had been crushed under something invisible, weakly begging for someone to help her. The Kanohi Phobos, Mask of Fear was always on at a low level, causing a constant aura of anxiety to follow Vortidax wherever he went. When it was activated, however, it manifested the victim’s worst fears, seeming to be as real as anything. The only one not affected was Akarius. He managed to find his feet, seeing his comrades in various states of horror. He went to help them, when he saw Vortidax turn and head into the mask’s chamber. It was now or never. Mournfully, Akarius ran off after him, leaving his teammates to their nightmares. When Nemick told him that Takadox had found something unexplainable in the deepest point of Volara-Nui, Akarius could not imagine what he had meant. Now, as he saw it with his own eyes, he still had no clue what he was looking at. It seemed to be a tear in the very fabric of reality. Dimensionless, with no real shape or defined outline, the thing, the anomaly just... was. It blocked Akarius’s sight of the back wall of the room, yet nothing within could be discerned. It was clearly some sort of gateway, as the infernal wind originated from it. The whispers were strongest here, and finally Akarius saw their source. Sitting on a stone pedestal in the center of the room, just in front of the tear, was the Kanohi Impera. It was relatively plain for a mask of such power, with eyeholes fixed into a permanent glare and an X placed over the mouth. Staring through those eyeholes, Akarius suddenly felt the urge to make a break for the mask, to put it on and end the threat to the Matoran once and for all. He shook the feeling off, Mostly because the room’s other occupant might have something to say about it. “I had wanted you to see this,” Vortidax said, almost distractedly, “See me achieve my goals. Give you one last chance to see the light.” Vortidax seemed to be equally as dumbfounded as Akarius. Unable to do anything but stare at the impossible sight before them. Soon astonishment turned to anxiety, as both parties waited for the other to make a move. Vortidax was closer, but Akarius had the Kanohi Kualsi. If he could just get close enough... Vortidax’s hand shot for the mask. In an instant, Akarius’s mask glowed and he was there. The mask was in his hand, and he had hefted a rock over it. Was that it? Was it over? There seemed to be genuine fear in Vortidax’s eyes for a moment, but that moment quickly passed. “You won’t do it,” he said simply. Triumph was evident in his voice. “Why not?” Akarius asked. All it would take was a single swing, and the war would be over. Yet the whispers were deafening now. Put it on. Wear it. You will defeat him if you put it on. Do it for the Matoran. Do it for your team. Inerox. Akarius. Put it on. Over and over, incessantly. His arm seemed glued in place. He tried to bring it down on the mask, but he just couldn’t. How? How could he come this far only to fail like this? No! With a shout, Akarius swung the rock down. “Too late, fool.” From Vortidax’s chest, a crimson hand appeared, reaching out and grabbing Akarius before he could blink. Just as quickly as it appeared, it retracted back to its origin point, with Akarius winding up in Vortidax’s iron grip. In his other hand was the mask. Akarius tried to reach for it, but was tossed aside like a doll. He could only watch in horror as Vortidax removed his Kanohi Phobos and placed the Impera over his face. A deadly calm settled over him. The mask glowed, and Akarius suddenly felt his joints lock up. As if he were a puppet on strings, he was brought to his feet. He could not move if he wanted to. Even in victory, Vortidax seemed disappointed. “You could’ve shared in this victory, Inerox,” he said sadly, “It could’ve been you by my side as this world becomes mine. You let the Matoran poison your mind with their virtues. If you hadn’t been such a fool, you and your friends could’ve lived. But, I suppose that sacrifices must be made if one is to achieve their goal. You still have a use for me. I’ve grown curious as to what’s on the other side of that dimensional rift. You will find out for me. Whether or not you’ll ever be able to give your report I don’t really care. I just know you’ll be in a place where you can no longer hinder me. Now, go.” With the command spoken, Akarius turned on his heels towards the tear in time and space. Like a soldier, he marched towards it. He couldn’t even open his mouth to scream. “Don’t worry about your friends. I’ll ensure they die painfully.” The wilds of the Tren Krom peninsula suddenly became the ancient stone hall that she had been in before. The massive Rahi that was chasing her was gone. The only people here were her friends and... Kwynn suddenly snapped to her senses, sitting bolt upright. The others were groggily waking up from their own nightmares, realizing that the Phobos’s spell had ended somehow. All except Akarius. “He must have gone on ahead to stop Vortidax,” Kwynn said, getting to her feet, “We have to help him, now!” She helped the others to their feet, but they seemed reluctant. “Kwynn, how can we stand up to him?” Alaron asked, “He had us all at his mercy.” “Alaron is right. If Akarius is still alive, it’s because Vortidax wants to toy with him. If we go barging in there too, we’ll be dead before we realize it,” Hoku agreed. “Maybe we can’t beat him, but the Toa Kaita surely can,” Inix said, jumping to his feet as well. “Inix is right, if the six of us form two Kaitas, then we might stand a fighting chance against Vortidax,” Voti stood with Inix, helping Julus to his feet. Kwynn looked at Hoku and Alaron, the Toa who would form the other two thirds of her Kaita. Up until recently, Hoku had been all but her enemy, and Alaron was an unknown. Both looked doubtful about their prospects. “I-I don’t know if we can,” Kwynn said. “You’ve got this,” Julus said, “Just focus on your unity. Put aside your differences and remember the task at hand.” All six Toa stood together, partnering off into their respective Kaitas. Kwynn looked deeply into Hoku and Alaron’s eyes, forgetting any enmity between them, focusing on their bonds of friendship, and on helping Akarius. Suddenly, the pitch black room was bathed in brilliant light. Thulenor, the thought swirled into their mind unbidden, yet welcome all the same, Spirit of Cunning. The dimensional tear loomed ahead of Akarius. Despite his seeming sadness in condemning his former servant, Vortidax seemed to relish the Toa’s fear. “Goodbye, Inerox,” He hissed, “and good riddance.” Suddenly, a booming voice spoke up, belonging to neither Toa nor Makuta. “His name is Akarius.” There was a crash, and suddenly Akarius felt his will return to him. He stopped just short of entering the tear, turning around to see what had saved him. Vortidax had been knocked to the floor. Standing over him was Evenion, the Toa Kaita formed by Inix, Voti, and Julus. Beside them, stood what appeared to be another Toa Kaita. Armored in blue with streaks of white and wielding a massive bladed greatbow was Kwynn, Hoku, and Alaron’s Kaita. Before Vortidax could strike back, Evenion lashed out with their shield, connecting with the Impera and sending it skittering across the floor. “No!” Vortidax cried. Akarius dove for the mask, but Vortidax was quicker. Even as he was being pummeled by the Toa Kaita, he reached out with his hand, a green glow emanating from it. Akarius braced for an attack that never came, leaving him wondering what last ditch effort the Makuta was attempting. Kulu dodged out of the way of a metal disk, hitting the ground hard as the projectile impacted one of his Rahkshi bodyguards instead. The disk, fired from a launcher usually mounted on a ship, cracked the Rahkshi’s shell and sent the Kraata flying. Kulu retaliated, letting fly a his own disk made of shadow. It sliced through both launcher and operator, allowing him to focus on the next threat. The battle was much closer than he would’ve wanted, with the Matoran managing to hold off multiple successive attacks on their position. Kulu, fed up with their stubbornness, had mobilized his reserves and sent his entire army against the Volarans. Still they held, giving just as good as they were taking. Despite this, they had no answer for the Shadow Toa, as he fought his way through their lines with near impunity. If all else failed, he could carry the day. A flight of Kahu birds soared past, pelting them with more disks. The massive cannon that the Ga-Matoran had detached from their ship and dragged to the battlefield opened up, detonating the last of Kulu’s Exo-Toa. He resolved that would be his next target, and began moving towards it. With the battle on a knife’s edge, destroying such a potent symbol would almost certainly spell victory. He charged for it, running into a formation of Ta-Koronan spears as he went. Rather than deigning to fight them, he simply conjured two great hands of shadow to push them aside. It was close now, only bios away. Just before he could reach it, however, he felt the now familiar feeling of the Master’s teleportation. What? Not now! He tried to resist, but no one resisted the Master. Once again, he was torn apart and reconstructed. This time, in a dark, enclosed room. The Master was in a pitched battle with what appeared to be two colossal Toa. Adjacent to him was the Toa of Stone, and between them, a Kanohi mask. Is that... “Kulu! Kill that Toa, get the mask!” The Master shouted, unable to take his attention off of his pair of opponents. Sword still in hand, Kulu lashed out, more than eager to finally end the life of his greatest nuisance. With his victory above ground ripped away from him, this would have to do. Akarius met Kulu’s blade with his short sword, parrying a flurry of blows before striking out with his own. The Shadow Toa was bloodthirsty, never giving the Toa of Stone a moment to breathe. He found himself barely able to deflect Kulu’s attacks, but Kulu easily parried his own. Akarius was out of practice in swordplay, usually relying on his powers or his hammer. Kulu, on the other hand, had practical experience in killing. His sword was made of protosteel, more than enough to do him in. Kulu’s blade flashed, feinting Akarius into exposing himself. He just barely blocked the follow up attack, suffering a deep cut on his arm. Reeling in pain, Akarius knew that this couldn’t go on for much longer. “Getting tired, Toa?” Kulu taunted hatefully. Akarius stomped, sending a sizable boulder at Kulu’s head. Kulu pulled a shadow up from the ground, using it as a shield to shatter the stone. Kulu answered with his own attack, animating Akarius’s shadow in an attempt to grab him. However, Akarius zipped away with his mask. “After all of this time, I thought you’d be a more formidable opponent. The Master’s greatest servant? What a joke. Just hurry up and die so his plans can finally come to fruition.” Suddenly, a voice spoke in his head. Parry left. Without thinking, Akarius heeded. He met Kulu’s strike with one of his own, seizing the momentum and putting his foe on the back foot. Undaunted Kulu attacked again. Duck. Akarius dodged under the blade, swinging his own as he went and nicking Kulu’s side. The corrupted Toa growled in pain and sent an uncoordinated swing straight at Akarius’s chest. Dodge right, strike the hand. Akarius sidestepped the blow before smacking Kulu’s sword hand with the flat of his blade. The protosteel blade hit the ground, clattering loudly. Kulu seemed dumbfounded, allowing Akarius to make a grab for his mask. He ripped off the ebony Volitak, throwing it across the room. With Kulu soundly beaten, Akarius swept his legs out from under him, sending him to the floor hard. Akarius caught his breath, picking up the defeated Toa’s sword. Kill him. Akarius nearly dropped the weapon, realizing now where the voice was coming from. Kill him, repeated the Impera. Kill him, put on the mask. Akarius looked down at the mask, then Kulu. For a moment, he nearly carried out the mask’s orders. If anyone deserved death, it was Kulu. Indeed, he could do it without even breaking the Toa Code. All he needed to do was put on the mask and order Kulu to do it himself. Before he even realized it, the mask was in his hands once again. It was light as a feather, yet Akarius found himself utterly rooted to the ground. The edges of his vision began to become dark and fuzzy as his entire focus was locked onto the mask. Despite it all, the voice of the Impera was right. If he donned it, all of it would be over. Vortidax and Kulu would be defeated, peace would return to the island. Akarius seemed to remember there being something bad about the mask, but at that moment he couldn’t think of it. As far as he could see, there were only upsides. With a sudden clarity, he began to put the mask up to his face. When he peered through its eyeholes, he saw only power, true, absolute. A moment before the mask was affixed to him, before it completely overrode his freewill, Akarius was tackled from behind, breaking the mask’s trance and snapping him back to reality. As his vision unclouded, he saw Kulu standing before him, Impera in hand. The unmasked shadow Toa had used the last of his strength for this final attack, a gambit that had paid off. Now it was Kulu who stood on the precipice of total authority, and it seemed that any previous loyalty to his Master was now forgotten with the relic in hand. Just as Akarius had done before, Kulu was about to don the mask. Akarius, once again availed of his senses, had only seconds to act. He threw out his arm, hand outstretched. From it flew a heavy stone, oblong and aerodynamic. It sailed the few bios between the two Toa, striking the Impera dead center and almost instantly causing it to shatter. There was a flash of light that knocked Kulu to the ground, and a high pitched scream that seemed to scrape at Akarius’s very psyche. Vortidax howled in rage. “You fool! Do you realize what you’ve done!” He was about to focus an attack at Akarius, but was again knocked to the floor by Evenion. Taking their chance, Evenior and Thulenor grabbed the Makuta’s arms, giving Akarius an opening. He held the protosteel sword tightly, and activated his mask. In an instant, he stood in front of Vortidax. With an overhead swing of his sword, he tore a deep gash in the Makuta’s armor. Two more swings turned Vortidax’s armor into a perforated ruin. With a clattering THUNK, he fell to the floor, sickly green gas spilling from his armor instead of blood. The gas coalesced into a great cloud, much to the Toa’s confusion. “What are you?” Akarius asked, his sword dropping to the ground. “Nothing,” Answered the cloud, “Out of Nothing, we came. Out of Nothing, we all go. I will not die to the likes of you. I’ll take my chances with the rift. Don’t doubt, you will see me again. Then, you will die.” With that, the cloud drifted towards the dimensional tear. All watched it move, unable to wrap their minds around it. Even Kulu looked at it in disbelief. so rapt were they that they almost didn’t notice the dimensional rift slowly closing. By the time the cloud reached it, it was gone. “No... no... no!” Vortidax exclaimed, “How?” Almost in answer to his question, there came the sound of heavy footfalls. The Toa Kaita, standing strong a moment before, suddenly broke apart into their component Toa. An aura of fear filled the room, different from Vortidax’s. This was primal, like death itself had just entered. Finally, the source of the footsteps showed itself. It looked like a Matoran, but much diminished. Its armor was rotted and rusted, pitted by what looked like years of neglect. Its eyes were a soulless yellow. On its face, a ruined Hau. Akarius couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He suddenly couldn’t understand why he had been afraid of Vortidax. This being, whatever it was, was the only thing truly worthy of fear. “I thank you, Toa, for doing the hard part for me,” It said. Its voice was like a Rahi’s death rattle. “This traitor has skulked in the shadows for long enough. Surely you didn’t think this would work did you? The Impera would’ve made you its slave, and I still would’ve won. This world never would’ve been yours. I hope all those years of preparation were worth it.” “I defy you, Teridax! You and your sycophants are just as doomed as me!” To this, Teridax simply laughed. “You have one thing right; you are doomed.” There was a flash, and Vortidax screamed. The cloud that was his essence disappeared, incinerated. Teridax simply nodded to the Toa before also disappearing, this time in a mass of black tentacles. Despite their apparent victory the Toa were left feeling like they and Vortidax had shared an enemy after all. Review Topic
  4. Chapter 21 For the first time in what felt like weeks, Akarius sat down to rest. At the present, he was in his tent, one of a veritable city of them that had popped up on the plains of central Volara-Nui. Here, were gathered the populations of both Ta- and Onu-Koros. As of the past few days, it was also home to delegations from the other three Koros. All of the remaining Turaga (including Likar) had come, alongside their most trusted Matoran aides. What followed was a council unlike anything the Volarans had seen in centuries. It had been three days since the evacuation of Ta-Koro when the delegations met in a quiet spot near the Gakar River. The first order of business had been to introduce the new Toa Volara in their entirety for the first time. During the chaos of the evacuation of Ta-Koro, Akarius and Kwynn had offered Yara’s Toa Stone to Alaron. The brave Onu-Matoran agreed, after a moment’s consideration, and they used Nemick’s Suva to carry out the act. Now they were seven, a full Toa Team, ready to defend the Matoran. When Akarius had announced this, there had been cheers from the gathered villagers, but some of the Turaga seemed skeptical. Yara spoke up first. “You have the power to protect your charges, but what of unity? Without the first virtue, there is no duty or destiny.” The other Turaga nodded solemnly, with Serus adding, “Yara is right. Most of you have only recently met each other. Can you work as a team, without personal prejudice or emotions getting in the way?” It was a tough question, but they were prepared with an answer. “Only a few days ago, Inix, Julus, and I formed a Toa Kaita! Our unity saved Onu-Koro!” Voti proclaimed proudly, causing a chorus of whoops and applause from the delegation of Onu-Matoran. Still, the Turaga didn’t seem satisfied. Their eyes fell on the other Toa. Akarius felt their gaze and answered, “The rest of us haven’t tried to form a Kaita. However, I’m sure we could if we did.” If they were still unconvinced, the Turaga didn’t make it known. Still, Akarius wasn’t sure if he even believed what he had said. He knew there were tensions between Kwynn and Hoku, and Alaron was a complete newcomer to them. Still, part of him had faith that their differences could be put aside when the time had come. The council moved on to the second and most important matter; mounting a unified defense of Volara-Nui against the invading enemy. “It’s important we know who we’re fighting, although I think you Turaga might have an inkling already,” Kwynn announced, casting her own accusing eye at the gathered elders, “These invaders are the servants of the Makuta of Volara-Nui, Vortidax.” This caused a bit of commotion, as the Turaga and their Matoran reacted to this news. It went on for a moment, with the Matoran expressing various shades of confusion, fear, and indignation at their elders, while the Turaga tried to calm the crowd. Finally, Akarius brought order back to the council by banging two stones together, recentering the attention of the delegates. “Before we continue on, it is important to collect as much information about our enemy as we can. As the new Toa of this island, we appeal to its old protectors, the Turaga, for any information that you can give us about Vortidax. It might save the lives of everyone gathered here,” Akarius said, addressing each of the former Toa in turn. They looked at each other for a moment, as if communicating wordlessly. “There’s not much to say,” Likar said finally, “The only time we ever saw him was during the League War, and that was 80,000 years ago.” The other Turaga nodded, except for Nemick, who only held his head in his hand. “We thought him to have left the island completely,” Yara added, “Be it old age, or something more, I scarcely know anything about him.” “One thing is certain,” Serus said, “He’s a Makuta. Makuta are extremely powerful, possibly more than even seven Toa could handle.” The other Turaga nodded gravely. “There has to be something he’s after,” Inix interjected, “Otherwise, what strategic importance does Volara-Nui have?” Inix looked intently at Nemick, hoping his Turaga could shed some light on anything. Still, the old leader sat stone-faced, a pained look in his eyes. Seeing they weren’t getting anywhere, Akarius decided to move on. “We must address the matter of how we will coordinate the defense of Volara-Nui going forward,” he said, “We have reason to believe Vortidax’s army is weakened, after several successive defeats at our hands. It’s possible that if the Koros combine their strength, we could meet them in the field and defeat them once and for all. Imagine, the Ta-Koro guard backed up by Kahu riders from the Vine Striders and naval support from the Ga-Koro fleet, with Ko-Koro Hunters providing reconnaissance and the miners of Onu-Koro sapping their defenses.” Akarius had hoped such an image would rouse the Volarans, igniting their unity and allowing them to work together. Instead, quite the opposite happened. The council almost immediately exploded into disagreements over how such an army would be provisioned, who would be in command, how and where they would make their stand. The Ga- and Le-Koronans argued that this plan placed the most importance on the Ta-Koro Guard, while the Ta-Matoran disagreed, saying they would be doing most of the fighting and dying. The Ko-Matoran brought up the fact that most of their Hunters were either dead or critically wounded, and that they had only a haphazard militia to protect them. Similarly, the Onu-Matoran claimed that they were only civilians, and that they fought the invaders purely out of necessity. Most of all, however, they were shaken by the prospect of a Makuta joining the fight. “Let us handle Vortidax,” Akarius said, trying to regain control of the council, “We have the power to defeat him. If not, then the Toa Kaita definitely do.” Still, this did little to becalm the Volarans, and eventually the Toa had to adjourn the meeting to avoid an all-out brawl from breaking out. With the council quickly going south, there was a tacit agreement to meet again the next day, but no promises were made. Tired of dealing with the disunity of the Volarans, and generally exhausted by the events of the past weeks, Akarius had slunk back to his tent in defeat. He tried to get some sleep to prepare himself for tomorrow’s brawl, but was soon interrupted by someone at his tent’s door flap. “May I enter, Toa?” It was Turaga Nemick. Akarius sat up in his sleeping bag, wondering what he wanted. Was it finally something actionable about Vortidax? “You may,” he replied, “What can I do for you Turaga?” The tent flap opened and the wizened elder shuffled in. There was a moment of silence as both Toa and Turaga regarded each other. “Thanks for the help today, really appreciated,” Akarius said sardonically. Nemick nodded apologetically. “I’m sure you’re aware of how stressful the past few days have been. Still, you deserve to know the truth. I wasn’t sure how to say this in front of the others - I still don’t, and haven’t for a very long time - but I will say it to you.” Akarius leaned forward, his interest piqued. “I, and the other former Toa Volara, have a long and dark history with Vortidax. This is not to say that the other Turaga were lying today. Rather, they don’t remember. In the days before the League War, things were a lot more complicated. Toa had been created to protect the Matoran, but on the fringes of the world, that definition was very elastic. Many Toa used their powers to conquer islands as their personal fiefdoms, cruelly lording over the Matoran that lived there. There was little anyone could do about it; after all, they were ‘protecting’ them from outside threats. “This lawlessness was largely what the League of Six Kingdoms was created to remedy, but in time they too fell to such avarice. Into this world, we became Toa, with few role models for how Toa should act. We wanted to be warlords too, we wanted the violence and bloodshed, the power. When the League War broke out, we joined up with a Makuta army led by Vortidax. It was our first real mission. We were en route to conquer the headquarters of the Barraki Takadox. Volara-Nui was that headquarters. When we arrived, we fought like all of the Toa we knew fought; brutally. Yet, we soon found blood was not as much to our liking as we thought, and so we tempered our bloodlust, and instead fought to protect the Matoran living on the island, rather than to conquer them. It was not easy; Vortidax used every tactic he could to turn us back to the dark path. He tried turning us against each other, tempting us with rewards, and manipulating our fears. Eventually, we discovered he was looking for something on the island. Since the Matoran had come to trust us, they told us what it could be, something that Takadox had been working on for years, and had spent the lives of hundreds of artisans for. In the depths of the island, he had found... something. To this day I can’t describe what it is. Whatever it was, it gave off immense power. He had his mask makers harness this power, to create a Kanohi mask that would give him complete dominion over all others, even the Makuta. It was called the Impera. It was completed, but not before Takadox was whisked away to the Pit. With the help of the Matoran, we found it, and I immediately realized that it could never fall into Vortidax’s hands. Yet it is nothing for him to read minds, and if he wanted to, every one of our secrets would be laid bare to him, including the mask’s location. So, I did the only thing I could do, the only thing that could work. I donned the mask. Sure enough, its powers let me dominate the wills of the other Toa, and the Matoran. I willed them to forget the mask’s locations, and all of Vortidax’s intentions with it. I told them to close the mask’s chamber with a Toa Seal, return to their villages, and never speak of it again. Then, I tried to take it off, but found that I couldn’t. Akarius, it had a will of its own. The mask was alive, and it was intent on making me its puppet. In the end, I willed Nava to rip it off my face, before sealing it away. I ensured the entrance to the chamber was hidden under a lava flow, and tried to push it from my mind. I told Nava to use her Komau on me to make me forget its location, but it didn’t work as well as the Impera did. I still have nightmares about it, still hear the mask calling out to me.” There was a long silence after Nemick finished his speech. Akarius was dumbfounded by the information, stunned that Nemick had known all of this the whole time. Finally, he found his voice. “Why didn’t you destroy it? The Kanohi Impera?” Akarius asked. Nemick sighed deeply. Clearly, this was a question that he had asked himself a lot. “As soon as I laid eyes on it, it had its hooks in me. I was... entranced by it. It was like having the power we had previously sought served to me on a platter. Telling the other Toa to seal it away was the single most difficult thing I’ve ever done.” “Why did you wait this long to tell us? Maybe we could have finished the job.” “It’s not something that could’ve been left up to chance. To me, the chances of a team of novice Toa resisting its call seemed next to impossible. It would’ve either made you its slave or you would’ve opened the door for Vortidax. Both were intolerable to me.” “So why tell me now?” Akarius was starting to become heated. Nemick remained calm, replying, “Because I was proven wrong. If not about your team, then about you. You’ve come this far, survived so much. If anyone can succeed where I failed, its you.” There was another silence. Akarius was about to respond, when he saw something; the slightest bit of movement. It was a shadow, possibly Nemick’s, or someone outside. It was moving, but not in a natural way. It moved like it was... alive. Realization struck Akarius too late; the shadow was already beneath Nemick. Akarius sprung to his feet, but the shadow moved quicker. It seemed to stand up, morphing into roughly the shape of a Toa. The shade wrapped its arms around Nemick, grasping the Turaga tightly. Finally, its face came into view; a black Volitak, with red eyes that betrayed no pity, no remorse, no feeling. The mask was different, but Akarius had seen these eyes before. They were the same eyes that had peered at him from the treeline the first night he had arrived on Volara-Nui, that had watched balefully when the Kra-Matoran had ambushed him and Serus. For a long moment, nothing happened. Both Toa stared each other down. Even Nemick was still, waiting silently for one Toa to make their move. Finally, the Shadow Toa spoke. “Neither of you has to die today,” He said in a voice colder than ice, “Simply listen.” The Shadow Toa raised his free arm, and Akarius was sure that it held a weapon. Instead, it seemed to be a broken piece of black glass. Akarius wasn’t sure at first what he meant by any of it, but looked into the glass nonetheless. Within, he saw his reflection, but also something else. A sickly green aura, almost like some sort of gas. Then, a voice. Somehow even more chilling than the fallen Toa’s, but also somehow soothing, familiar. “Thank you, Kulu. I will handle the rest.” In an instant, Akarius felt himself being torn apart and scattered to the wind. He tried to scream, but couldn’t. Just as quickly as it started, it was over, he was back together, but in a new place. Although place might be too generous a word. It was more like void, a plane of existence where light simply couldn’t exist. In front of him, Kulu still held Nemick in a vice grip. Behind him, however, he felt a monolithic presence. He didn’t have to lay eyes on it to know that it towered over him in every possible way. It radiated a kind of fear that he wasn’t used to, a feeling of sheer powerlessness. After a long moment, he finally willed himself to turn around. What he saw only gave a form to the feeling. Makuta Vortidax was everything that he had expected and more. Jet black armor, piercing red eyes, a Kanohi mask that resembled a lifeless skull. “It has been some time,” he said simply, “I assume Nemick has told you all about the League War and the Kanohi Impera. Well, let me tell my side of the story. It’s only fair, isn’t it?” Akarius remembered what Nemick had said, that Vortidax was a master liar and manipulator. He resolved to not believe anything that the Makuta said. “Ever since the League War began, I had my sights set on the Impera. After all, who would pass on that kind of power? It didn’t become an obsession for me, however, until after the war was over, after Nemick’s Toa became Turaga. To put it plainly, another Makuta, my master, wishes to become the ruler of this universe. Teridax is his name. He has already made an attempt on Mata-Nui’s life, the cause of your Great Cataclysm.” Vortidax paused; he could see this was all lost on his audience. Even Kulu was having trouble keeping up. “It might be easier to show you.” Vortidax snapped, and once again Akarius was torn apart and reassembled. It was another void, but this time completely airless. He struggled for breath, clawing at his throat. Beside him, he saw Nemick and Kulu similarly suffering. Below him, was a great blue orb, larger than anything he could imagine. What was this? Is there where he would die? As his vision became fuzzy, he saw Vortidax floating in front of them, looking unamused. He snapped his fingers again, and suddenly he could breathe again. All three of them panted, barely able to listen to what Vortidax was saying. “This is our world. The Matoran Universe, the Great Spirit, whatever you want to call it.” Vortidax indicated the orb, specifically something massive submerged under its ocean. From here, it was partially obscured by clouds, but despite this Akarius could see that the object was vaguely Toa-shaped, and covered almost the entirety of this side of the planet. Where the head should be, a massive island, larger than Volara-Nui, poked out of the water. It was all too much for him to handle. Where were they? How could that be the world? It was all a massive machine? “Volara-Nui is located somewhere in the left arm if you’re curious. If Teridax is successful, he will kill Mata-Nui and place himself in control of his body. Everything, the world as we all know it, will be under his control. All of us will be at his mercy. Take it from someone who knows him, who has worked with him, that is not something any of us wants.” All of it seemed so small compared to what Vortidax was showing him. Akarius had resolved not to believe any of what Vortidax told him, but this was so real. The suffocation, the vastness of the void around them, the enormity of the planet and the figure lying prone on it, this had to be real. Akarius came back to the present for a moment, trying to absorb what Vortidax was telling them. “So what you’re saying is that you want to use the Impera to stop Teridax... so that you can take his place, so that the universe is yours instead of his?” Akarius said. Vortidax seemed to grin, something like pride on his face. “You always were the smartest. Yes, it’s true that I think that I would be a better god than he. Although I’m sure none of you would agree with me, knowing what you know now.” Another green flash, another deconstruction and reconstruction. They were back in the first void. Akarius fell to his knees, gravity pulling him downwards again. Vortidax continued talking as if nothing had changed. “What if I told you that there was a time that you would’ve fought and died to see exactly that come to pass? That, had things gone differently, you would still be at my right hand to this day, overseeing the conquest of Volara-Nui?” Akarius tried to brush it off, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the truth. Nemick seemed to sense this. “Don’t listen, Akarius!” He shouted, causing Kulu to clamp a hand over his mouth. “Ah yes, that name. Akarius. You’ve worn it like a mask, along with your new persona. Just like a mask hides your true face, that’s not who you really are, is it?” Vortidax approached him, and placed a hand over Akarius’s mask. “Remember who you are, Inerox.” There was a flash of light, and Akarius was transported to somewhere new. Not teleported, as before, but transported through memories, ones he thought lost forever. When he awoke, he was Inerox. His closest confidant was Minak, Toa of Magnetism. They led a team of other Toa, named Jin, Fenad, Werin, and Yuvix; Toa of Earth, Fire, Sonics, and Water, respectively. Their team had no name, and no home. They were fugitives. All were tired, all ready to give up. Then the Master found them, and gave them purpose. He wanted to save the world, to protect the Matoran, to banish evil. He would be their redemption. They just needed to become his Toa Hagah, his elite bodyguards. Obviously, they agreed. They had been helping him search for the Impera for centuries. Scouring the world for traces of Takadox’s records, dealing secret bargains with the Onu-Matoran to mine in certain places, probing the volcanoes and caves of the Lokavas for any leads. All had come up dry. In the meantime, they had helped defend the island from threats none of the Volarans knew were coming. A roaming pack of Zyglak, Skakdi raiders, Dark Hunters, all repulsed before they could threaten the Matoran. Slowly, he became the Master’s most trusted servant. He and his team were the Master’s instrument. So when a lead finally showed itself, they were the Master’s first choice to seek it out. It was a single tablet describing its existence, sitting in one of the vaults of Makuta Icarax, in a stronghold near the Southern Continent. It was a long journey, but finally, Inerox and his team arrived on the island fortress. They infiltrated the stronghold, incapacitating who they could and killing who they had to. Such an objective was too important to let the Toa Code get in the way. Finally they reached the vault, guarded by a Mana-Ko, a massive cousin of the Manas crab. It was no matter. Guarded or not, they were getting in that vault. Minak held it in place, while Ferad and Yuvix combined their powers to block its vision with steam. A blast of sound from Werin disoriented it, and Jin and Inerox finished it off by burying it under a ton of rubble. The tablet was theirs! It was written in some sort of code, but surely the Master could decipher it. They quickly exfiltrated, starting the long return journey. They were within sight of Volara-Nui, off the coast of Le-Wahi, when Icarax’s revenge caught up with them. A cyclone sent their ship careening into the rocks, but Yuvix used her powers to ensure that they made it safely to shore. Still, they weren’t out of the woods. A dark shape descended on them from the sky, surely the one who had sent the cyclone. The twisted form of Makuta Victus landed in front of them, wearing a strange Kanohi. Immediately, Victus opened the attack with a bolt of chain lightning that jumped from Jin to Ferad to Yuvix. Werin tried to respond with a deafening soundwave but was caught in a choking vacuum by a wave of Victus’s hand. Minak was able to momentarily pin Victus in place, but had his concentration broken by a small forest of grasping vines that suddenly sprung up around him. With a laugh, Victus tightened the vines around Minak until his breath was gone and his mask had split in two. The Makuta’s attention turned to Werin, still gasping for breath in the vacuum. Victus banished the vacuum, but altered gravity around the Toa of Sonics, sending him flying into the sky at terminal velocity. Finally, for the three Toa caught in the arcs of chain lightning, he snapped his fingers and caused them all to simply collapse into piles of dust. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, before Inerox could even react. In mere moments, his entire team had been killed. Still, he refused to give up. The sword he wielded had been given to him by the Master. It was made of protosteel, and would make a mockery of Victus’s armor. He just had to get close. Seemingly content with his show of power, Victus manifested his great axe and shield. Just what Inerox had been hoping for. In an instant, Victus was on him, charging forward with bloodlust in his eyes. Inerox waited for a split second for the right moment, and then activated his mask. The Kualsi carried him directly behind Victus, whose attack struck only empty air. With all of his strength, Inerox plunged the blade through Victus’s back, until it exited the other side. Caught off guard, Victus’s mask glowed, and Inerox was cast into total darkness. When he awoke, his name and past were gone. He was Akarius. As the past slowly faded back into his memory, Akarius gasped. He was back in the void, back with Vortidax. The memory showed a Toa who was fully committed to serving the Makuta in front of him, who had complete confidence in his goals. The Makuta that Inerox knew was benevolent, caring, and had incredible plans for the future of the world. Was that Vortidax still there? Did he ever exist? Akarius could only stare into the empty blackness, as if frozen in time. “Victus,” Vortidax said in disgust, “He was never worthy of that mask. The Kanohi Ossas, Mask of Displacement. Sends the target to a random point in time. It also tends to wipe their memories, although we’re not sure why. A tricky mask, as it usually turns the problems of today into the retribution of tomorrow. It’s probably why Icarax smashed it in the end. Just know that when I killed Victus, I was thinking of you, and your team.” Akarius barely heard him. “Think about it, Inerox,” Vortidax continued, “You would be my right hand once again, the whole world at our feet. You saw the truth, think of what we could accomplish. Whole planets, star systems, we could conquer them all. Do it for the Matoran, for your new team. This is what your journey to this point has led to.” For a moment, Akarius wavered. The memories that had come flooding back to him were strong, as if he was just living them for the first time. With all of his heart, he wanted to believe all that Vortidax had promised him was true. Then he thought about the Kra-Matoran ambushing him and Serus, the Rahkshi that had nearly killed him in Po-Koro, Nava’s brutal repression of the Ta-Koronans, the enslaved Ko-Matoran, the raiding party on the horizon at De-Koro, and the Manas crabs in Onu-Koro. All of the terror, all of the strife that the Matoran had suffered at hands of Vortidax’s armies. The Vortidax that had guided that young and lost Toa Team all those years ago never existed. It was all a sham. Akarius stood up. He may have once been known as Inerox, but everyone he cared about knew him as Akarius. That’s the name he preferred. He looked Vortidax directly in the eyes. The Kanohi Phobos, always on at a low level, no longer affected him. He was more angry than afraid. “Inerox fell for a lie. I won’t. My destiny isn’t to throw my life away scrounging for snippets of lore for your betterment. It’s to protect the Matoran from monsters like you. Kill me if you want. I’ll die knowing I wasn’t your slave.” Even with his telepathy, Vortidax seemed to have not seen that coming. For the first time, the Makuta looked caught off guard. He quickly regained his composure. “So be it,” He said, the soothing familiarity gone from his voice, “If this is the path that you have chosen, then I won’t try to sway you from it. You may go free this time. See it as a courtesy for all of the time we spent together. If I see you again, though, I won’t hesitate. You’ll be dead faster than any of your old teammates.” With that, Vortidax and Kulu disappeared, and the void melted away, becoming Akarius’s tent once again. It was as if it had all been a dream. Akarius was in his sleeping bag, Nemick standing in the doorway. However, the fear in Nemick’s eyes was real. Both knew what they had seen. For what felt like hours, neither said anything. “I neglected to say this earlier,” Akarius said finally, almost like it was an afterthought, “I think I found where the Impera was hidden. Under a lava flow, beneath a bridge in between Ta- and Onu-Koro. I can lead my team down to the depths, break the Toa Seal, and destroy the mask. I’m confident I can do it. I was able to resist Vortidax.” Nemick nodded in sober agreement. He knew how good of a manipulator the Makuta was. To be able to resist him was a feat few could accomplish. “Kulu’s army is already approaching Po-Koro. He’ll be here soon. I’ll speak to the other Turaga, their Matoran. I’ll tell them the truth. If we act now, we can muster all of the island’s forces for one decisive battle. At the very least, it will provide a distraction for you and the other Toa.” “They deserve to know the truth about me too. I don’t want to hide anything from them.” With the matter settled, they exited the tent to call the council back into session early. This time, they had a clear goal in mind: Destroy the Impera, defeat Vortidax’s army. For the first time, it was Krakua who was having trouble keeping up with Kwynn as she gave her report. He was in a stone room, completely featureless. Kwynn had assumed it was an Order safehouse somewhere in the world. She had just left the second council meeting, and now had an answer for nearly every question the Order had about the situation on Volara-Nui. Vortidax, the Kanohi Impera, Akarius’s origins. All of it, and more. At one point, Krakua considered getting a tablet to write it all down, but decided against it. “It’ll be better if you just gave a full report when you get here,” he said. It took her a moment to fully understand what he had just said. “Do you mean, I’m coming to the Order?” she asked, unsure if she had heard him right. Krakua smiled, nodding. “I’ve been speaking to the others, giving them your reports, and they’re impressed. You show promise as an Order field agent. That is, a full-fledged member of the Order of Mata-Nui. They want you on Daxia. You’ve made it, Kwynn.” The psychic link nearly failed when she heard that. It was all she could do to keep her concentration. From the day Krakua had joined the Order, all she had wanted to do was to join him. She had dreams about it, had seen the Order’s base in her mind. It was all she ever wanted, so why did it feel so wrong? Krakua could sense that something was up. “Is everything okay?” He asked. Kwynn tried to stay calm. “I had thought that it would be a continuation of my current posting. I’ve grown quite attached to this place.” Krakua furrowed his brow, seeming to look straight through her. “Is it the place or the people?” When she didn’t respond, he continued, “We have agents monitoring the situation. They don’t like the Volarans’ chances against Vortidax’s forces. With the Kanohi Impera in the mix that skews things even further in his favor. You’re an asset to us, Kwynn. We’d rather get you out before all of this comes to a head.” Kwynn suddenly realized the Order expected them to lose. “You’re not going to help us?” Kwynn exclaimed. “They see the island as indefensible. The higher-ups would rather be in a position of strength than fighting where the enemy wants us to fight. That’s why it’s imperative for you to get out of there. We can’t protect you if you decide to stay,” Krakua replied calmly. Kwynn took a deep breath. When she had first arrived on the island, it had been nothing to her. Just another spit of land floating in the ocean. Now, she saw it as a home, the first real home she had ever had. Deep inside her, Kwynn knew there was only one choice she could make. “I had always thought that I needed the Order, that it was my only chance to make a difference in the world. Now, I see that my chance is right here. We’re going to stop Vortidax, destroy the Impera, and bring peace to Volara-Nui, with or without the Order’s help.” Krakua looked her up and down with an expression somewhere between pride and disappointment. With a deep sigh, he said, “Good luck, Kwynn.” As the connection faded, she confidently added, “I’ll see you after the battle.” The first reinforcements from the other Koros were beginning to arrive when Kwynn returned to the camp. She was determined as she sought out her fellow Toa. She knew there was something she had to do before the battle. She found them making their final preparations in the section of camp that had been given over to them. Her presence was made known by the energy crackling up and down her armor. The Toa all looked up at her, wondering what had happened during meditation that was so interesting. Hoku seemed expectant. Instead of ignoring his gaze like usual, she stared him in the eye for several moments before her eyes fell on Akarius. Finally, she spoke. “I have something to say. I’ve had it on my chest for long enough, and now I’m saying it. I haven’t been entirely truthful with you all. The whole time I’ve been on Volara-Nui, I’ve been a spy for the Order of Mata-Nui.” She let the admission hang for a moment. If the other Toa knew what that meant, that didn’t show it. Hoku seemed particularly confused. This was not the confession he had been expecting. “They’re an organization opposed to the Makuta and other threats to the general peace. They’re extremely secretive, in fact me telling them about you might put a target on all of our backs. However, it’s important that you know that they offered me membership into the Order if I reported on the happenings on the island. So I did. I told them everything we did, when we did it, and what we were doing next. I knew about Vortidax before Kini-Volara. I knew the old Toa Volara broke the Toa Code, and I knew that Akarius was on the island looking for Toa Stones. Yet even after all of the spying and lying, they still hung me out to dry. They said they won’t help us. They tried to get me to abandon all of you, to leave the island before the battle. They tried, but I wouldn’t leave. If I left, I would never be able to forgive myself. This place is my home, and you all are my family. I believe that we can win. Hoku, I know we had our disagreements in the past, but I would follow you to the end of the world. I would do the same for all of you. I’m sorry for lying. I hope you can forgive me, but I understand if you can’t.” For some of the Toa, that had been the most they had ever heard Kwynn speak. Such a passionate outburst had left them all stunned, and for a moment, Kwynn thought that this would be the end. The moment passed when Hoku stood and said, “You might have lied, but your heart was in the right place. I was wrong for thinking you an enemy.” Akarius also stood, adding, “I have fought by your side enough to know that you’d never do anything to put us in jeopardy. I’m sure whatever reasons you had, you thought they were right. I think even Hoku would agree that the team would be worse without you. Consider your apology accepted.” The rest of the team stood with them, and embraced Kwynn and each other. As they prepared to embark on their final test, their unity was stronger than ever before. Review Topic
  5. Chapter 20 True to the Ga-Koronans’ word, they had arrived at their destination in less than a day. It was slow going, with the Artakha pushing hard against the current of the Gakar, but in the end Kwynn had been impressed with the time they made. The place they had anchored the great vessel was a natural harbor known as the Quarry Wharf, just north of the entrance of Onu-Koro. In days past, the village’s miners would bring the various stones and ores they had quarried to be sent out to the other parts of the island. Now, however, it sat unused, the wooden docks looking quite worse for wear. Commodore Feria elected to stop in the middle of the bay and ferry the Toa to shore in one of the ship’s dinghies. Final preparations were being made, and from her spot on the deck, Kwynn could see Akarius making one final proposal to the Commodore. In his hands, the Toa Stone of Turaga Yara. Yara had given them the stone just before they cast off the previous night, hoping to make her own contribution to the Toa’s efforts. Akarius had wasted little time in asking Commodore Feria if she would accept the stone, becoming the team’s sixth member. Feria, however, politely refused. “It’s an honor Toa, but no,” she had said, gratitude in her voice, "My destiny is right here, at the helm of this ship.” Lieutenant Leida had similarly declined. Now, Kwynn could tell this latest attempt would end the same as the last. “I thank you for your belief in me, but my answer is the same as before. I must return to Ga-Koro now. However, if you and the other Toa need anything of me or the fleet then don’t hesitate to ask. If nothing else you’ve earned the trust of all of us.” Akarius nodded regrettably, but ultimately respected the Matoran’s decision. “I’m afraid we’ll be worse off without you, but after living the Toa life for some time now I can’t say I blame you for wanting things to stay the same,” He replied, “And the same goes for you. If Ga-Koro is ever in trouble, we’ll be there to help as fast as we can. Good luck against the invaders.” The two exchanged a handshake as equals before Akarius turned to join Kwynn. As he placed the Toa Stone back into his pack, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find another member in Onu-Koro, assuming there are any Matoran left there,” she said, hoping to reassure him. His grip lingered on the glowing blue stone for a moment before letting it go and closing his pack. It was the last Toa Stone to be gathered on the island, as Onu-Koro had no Turaga. Kwynn wondered how Akarius felt about it. So much had changed since he had embarked from Le-Koro in search of the stones. “Failing that, Inix and Voti might have found someone among the Le-Koronans,” Akarius reasoned, “I’m just anxious about our prospects against this Makuta. I figure we need all of the strength we can get.” Kwynn could feel his stress, and shared some of it. The Makuta were shrouded in legends. It was impossible to know what power they could wield. Still, they had to remain strong. “Whatever lies ahead, as long we stick together, nothing can stand against us,” she declared. Akarius smiled, seeming to feel better. Kwynn returned the gesture, but couldn’t help but think about what Krakua had told her. From below decks, Hoku and Kopa emerged, carrying supplies for the trip. She thought about their earlier disagreements, wondering if he was still suspicious of her. Unfortunately, I think our unity will need some work before we can stand against anything. With the ship anchored in the harbor and supplies brought up, it was time to leave the Ga-Matoran behind. The Toa climbed into the dinghy and began rowing to shore. As they approached land, Kwynn took in the environment. Mountainous and lightly forested, they were near the northern terminus of the Lokavas range. The Gakar River originated from one of these mountains, flowing down all the way to Ga-Koro. Leading off from the wharf was a path that branched northward in one direction, towards a bridge over the river, and southward in the other direction into the mountains. When the boat carrying them hit shore, the Toa stepped out and grabbed their supplies. Akarius snapped a quick salute to the Ga-Matoran that had accompanied them as they returned to the Artakha. When the boat docked with the ship and was lifted back onto its deck, the Artakha let out a single blast from its foghorn before weighing anchor and making for the harbor’s exit. With the ship shrinking into the distance, Akarius sat on a rock to get their bearings. He pulled out his trusty map, slightly weathered since Serus had given it to him. “It seems we’re only a few hours walk to Onu-Koro from here,” he said, not taking his eyes off of the map, “We just have to hope that Inix and Voti received our message.” “They got it, alright,” Hoku said, standing a few bios away from the other two. Both looked up at him quizzically, seeing that his eyepieces had telescoped out to their full length. “They seem to have brought friends,” He added. Sure enough, in the distance and on the other side of the river, a small group of figures were approaching them. The breeze had changed once again when they heard the horn blast in the distance. Julus seemed to be taking to his powers quite well, practicing by shifting the direction of the wind as they trekked towards Onu-Koro. His spirits had only risen since leaving the village, brimming with anticipation for the future. Voti shared in his enthusiasm, but couldn’t help but remember how quickly reality had caught up with her when she had become a Toa. In between points of advice for Julus, Voti and Inix had been collating information about their destination from Alaron, the runaway rebel from Onu-Koro. Apparently, the enemy had invaded the underground village roughly two years ago, with Kra-Matoran and their more monstrous allies pouring in from the Onu-Wahi side. The Matoran had fought back, with the various mining guilds forming militias that struck from concealed bases within the maze-like tunnels. Some tried to escape to Ta-Koro to get help, but found the entrance sealed by the same dark forces. Eventually, the last of the resistance had been rooted out and put to work in the mines, quarrying the raw materials needed to prosecute a war. The work was brutal, with the captives spending nearly all of their time in the shafts, mining with dull picks and none of the safety regulations put in place by the guilds. Those who dissented were met with the harshest of reprimands. “Try to run away or fight back and they’d string you up in the Karzahni Shaft,” explained Alaron with a shiver, “Eventually they started bringing in others, Ta- and Po-Matoran. We thought that Ta-Koro had fallen too. A lot of us truly lost hope then.” Voti saw Inix’s expression darken when he heard this. So that’s what Nava did to those who spoke out against her. “The ones who didn’t give up completely continued to make plans, hoping we’d get another chance to rise up one day. Maybe it was just a way to keep from going mad, maybe they thought they could actually pull it off. I was never convinced until the earthquake.” In the wake of the Great Cataclysm, most Volarans had assumed that if the “plague” hadn’t wiped out the Onu-Koronans, the earthquake had. In actuality, it was much the opposite. Those of the invaders that hadn’t been buried by the tremors had their operations completely disrupted. This was the moment that the Onu-Matoran had been waiting for; “We knew if we hesitated, and the slavers could regroup, we’d never get another opportunity to fight back. We struck back hard, freeing as much of the village as we could before retreating back to the mines. Everyday we grew stronger, digging more tunnels as we went to help outflank the enemy. It was all going so well, until they showed up. The Manas.” According to Alaron, the giant crab-like Rahi were able to fight with a coordination like none other of the Master’s servants. They pushed the Matoran back, isolating them in the tunnels and putting those they captured back to work. “It was turning out just like how the initial fighting was. We all knew it couldn’t go on forever. The group I was with decided to make a dash for the surface. We snuck past the Manas, but found the tunnel that led out of the underground was blocked by rubble. We tried to mine through it but the Manas heard us. I managed to slip through just barely, but all of the others were caught.” Alaron’s story was a harrowing one, possibly the most brutal fighting of the war so far. Just having enemy forces near Le-Koro had filled her with dread before. To think about the invaders taking control of it and enslaving the Matoran was too much to even consider. She had nothing but respect for the Onu-Matoran, who had been able not only to withstand such depredations for two years, but continue to fight even afterwards. She worried about these Manas crabs, however. They were unknown to her, even in legends. Alaron couldn’t provide much assistance either. “They fight in groups, covering each other and setting up ambushes,” she said, “That’s all we really know about them. Everyone who gets up close to them gets captured. Some say they are weakened by the cold, but I don’t know that to be true.” It was here, as Alaron recounted the plight of the Onu-Koronans and Julus shifted the wind, that they heard the horn of a ship blasting ahead of them. They could see it, across the river sitting in a harbor. It was Ga-Koronan, and seemed to be making for the river. Voti remembered Akarius’s message, and realized this must be them. She squinted, and could just make them out; three figures, sitting on the shore. It is them! She pointed to the gathering, guiding Alaron’s eyes to the far shore. “That’s the rest of our Toa Team! All of us together will be able to deal with your crabs, no problem,” Voti said confidently. Alaron looked less sure. Nonetheless, the group picked up the pace, eager to reunite with comrades and make new introductions. The tunnel’s maw had once been decorated with reliefs and carvings depicting the miners delving deeper and deeper into the earth, discovering seams of ore and quarrying great stones. This had been wiped away with time, however, and now only traces of this artwork remained. What remained was a sign, in simple Matoran script, reading ONU-KORO, carved into the rock directly above the tunnel entrance. An addendum had been posted below it, a message scrawled onto a wooden plank: NO ENTRANCE, QUARANTINE. Alaron wasn’t sure what surprised her more; that the invaders thought this would work, or that it actually did. How did the true plight of the Onu-Matoran not reach the other villages after all of this time? She thought about the earlier attempts to break out from the tunnels, the squads of Visorak sent to intercept them. Had a similar fate befallen relief missions from the other Koros? It was impossible to tell at the moment. Yet, at least help was arriving now, in a form greater than anyone in Onu-Koro could have imagined. Alaron wasn’t sure what to think of these Toa. All seemed to respect the leader, the Toa of Stone that held it all together with resolve and sardonic humor. The atmosphere was friendly, even fraternal, yet she sensed tension between the Toa of Lightning and Ice. Still, they all listened to her tale of woe with rapt attention, and strategized the whole way there on how to defeat the Manas and their Visorak allies. So far, the plan had evolved from one originally hatched by the Onu-Matoran resistance, one they had no way of achieving on their own. “It all hinges on one of the quarries we dug in the years before the invaders came, called the Kuma Quarry. It's one of the deepest in the village, half a kio of mine shaft,” Alaron had explained, “We had to close it up because we hit a lava flow not too long ago. The lava filled up the bottom and heated the entire shaft. Since the Manas prefer heat, we thought if we could find a way to lure them to where the quarry used to be and collapse it, they’d all fall into the lava. At the very least, we could collapse the entrance and trap them. Either way, there’s no way we could do it by ourselves. Toa, on the other hand...” She left the rest up to them. Akarius seemed to try to picture the layout of the village in his head. “How does the quarry connect to the rest of Onu-Koro?” he asked, a far-off look in his eyes as he visualized it. “There’s a tunnel that branches off from the village’s main cave. It’s where a lot of our older shafts start out. Kuma Quarry is at the far end of it,” Alaron answered, “The Matoran have mostly been put to work in newer shafts, where there are more seams of ore to be had. The Manas mostly stay in the village proper, unless there’s a disturbance the Visorak can’t handle. The village is heated by lava traveling through the earth around it towards the active volcanoes above.” The Toa of Fire spoke up after this; “If we can provoke them to focus on us in the village square, maybe Hoku can use his power to bring down the temperature, hopefully causing them to gravitate towards the natural heat of the quarry.” The group looked at Hoku, whose eyepieces adjusted a few times before he replied. “I can do it. I’ll make sure there’s a blizzard in that cave like the Manas have never seen.” The other Toa seemed satisfied by the proclamation, although Alaron saw Kwynn roll her eyes slightly. Julus shook his head, interjecting, “During all of this fighting, what happens to the Matoran?” “Assuming you Toa can cause a big enough commotion in the village center to draw off the guards, I can link up with the other resistance members and try to get them out of the village.” The Toa shared a look with each other, seemingly satisfied. The plan wasn’t unimpeachable, but it was the best that they had. Even now that they were here, standing before the entrance to Onu-Koro, there seemed to be no apprehension among them. They made final preparations, all pulling out lightstones and attaching them to their packs or belts, before entering into the darkness before them. Alaron had no need for light, having lived her whole life in the sunless reaches of the under-village. She led the way, followed by Hoku, Akarius, and Kwynn, with Inix, Voti, and Julus taking up the rear. Kopa lagged behind, obviously reluctant to enter the unfamiliar darkness. The only sound was that of their footsteps and Hoku’s eyepieces, examining various spectra for traces of the enemy. After a few moments of descending deeper into the earth, they came across a point in the tunnel where the ceiling had collapsed. Here, there was another sign reading QUARANTINE, and a small hole burrowed straight through the pile of rubble. “This is it,” Alaron said, mournfully, “This is where my group and I got separated. They sacrificed themselves so one of us could get out and relay the message. Any of them would’ve been better than me, honestly.” Voti put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing the best that anyone could expect you to do,” She said soothingly. Alaron nodded, and started moving rocks out of the way. As she labored, Akarius and Kwynn shot each other a mirthful glance. While Alaron struggled with the weight of a fallen boulder, Akarius nonchalantly approached the collapse and placed a hand on it. The very rocks stirred, responding to his command. They moved and scooted, as if animated by some force. A moment later, all of them had been aligned perfectly along the walls of the cavern, clearing the way in a fraction of the time. Alaron dropped the heavy boulder in surprise, moving past the boundary the rocks had once demarcated. Here, a few scattered picks were the only indicators that she and her friends had ever been there. She picked one up, testing its balance before looking up at the Toa. “Today’s the day it pays off,” she said resolutely, “Today’s the day Onu-Koro is free.” The Rhotuka spinner sailed high over his head, impacting a wall on the other side of the great cavern. In response, Inix sent a bolt of flame at the offending Visorak, causing it to scurry away in fear. True to her word, Alaron had led them to the village proper. Here, a massive cave had been excavated into the rocky earth, with hollowed out stalactites and stalagmites serving as residences for the Onu-Koronans. It seemed mostly abandoned, with the buildings all in various stages of disrepair. Sickly green webbing crisscrossed from structure to structure, the only sign of habitation by a small horde of Visorak spiders. They didn’t press the attack until the Toa were within the village square, near the great guild hall. However, Inix was certain they had been stalking them since they had first come underground. The Toa were fighting side by side with each other, forming a protective ring around Hoku. The Toa of Ice had managed to keep up his end of the bargain, causing temperatures within the cavern to plummet. This seemed to keep the Manas at bay. Every now and then, a flash of light from his fire or Kwynn’s lightning would illuminate the far walls of the cavern, casting light on the crabs ominously watching the battle unfold. Occasionally, one would roll forward, testing the waters with their grisly pincers. However, weakened as they were by the cold, they would quickly retreat to their previous hiding spot, content to let the Visorak do the fighting. Despite the numbers of the vicious spiders, they couldn’t stand up to the Toa united against them. Eventually, their numbers would run out, and they could start funneling them and the Manas towards the Kuma Quarry. One Visorak leapt at them, but Inix batted it away with the flat of his spear. While the intense cold Hoku had conjured up kept the Manas at bay, it had also served to weaken Inix. He felt like his elemental abilities were half what they usually were, meaning he had to expend twice as much energy to keep them potent enough. He could only hope the others weren’t feeling such strain. Without warning, the attacks by the Visorak began to slow down, eventually ceasing all together. The spiders pulled back into the darkness, their glowing eyes slowly fading away. “Keep it up, they’re falling back!” Akarius exclaimed, pointing his short sword into empty blackness, “We’re almost there Hoku, just a little more.” The implacable Toa of Ice chuckled gruffly as crystals of frost swirled around him. Despite his attempts to hide it, it was clear he was under considerable strain himself. It was certainly the most intensive use of his powers yet. “I can do this all day,” he said defiantly, “Keep them comi-” the sentence was stopped short by the Rhotuka that slammed into him from above them. The Toa looked up, some gasping in horror at what they saw; the glowing eyes of the Visorak peering down at them from the cave ceiling. One by one, they began to descend on those vile webs. All the while, the temperature was rapidly rising, and the revving treads of the Manas could be heard above the din. The sound of battle echoed all throughout the labyrinthine mine tunnels, almost following Alaron as she scurried through the shafts looking for the other Onu-Matoran. All of the Visorak guards had left their posts to join the fight happening in the square, leaving the manacled Matoran in their quarters unattended. Shaft after shaft, tunnel after tunnel, Alaron struck the chains off of her fellows. Onu-Matoran, Ta-Matoran, Po-Matoran, even the odd Ko-Matoran, all were freed. There was little time to celebrate, however, as she shouted for all of them to make a mad dash for the surface while the guards were distracted. The former prisoners were in no hurry to stick around, and soon dozens upon dozens had filled the caverns on the way out of the tunnels. After liberating the last shaft of captives, Alaron realized she hadn’t seen any of the Matoran who had accompanied her the day she escaped. She flagged down one of the escaping prisoners, who she recognized as Levin, a mining guild member. “Have you seen Gerov, or Hulut? How about Havel?” He looked at her with a sorrowful look in his eyes. “They were caught when you all tried to escape. You know what happens to escapees,” he said, almost apologetically. Her heart sank when she realized there was still one shaft she hadn’t checked. Without hesitation or another word to Levin, she bolted off in the direction of the Karzahni Shaft. The tunnel was so named because of a toxic gas that had been discovered leaking from a crack in the earth somewhere in the shaft. Upon inhalation, it caused nightmarish hallucinations in Matoran. The Onu-Matoran had closed it up long ago, but the invaders thought they could use it to their advantage. They reopened the shaft, using it as a punishment for dissenters. The Matoran were unmasked and strung up by their feet, left to hang for days over the gaping maw of the shaft as the gas induced visions of their worst fears. When Alaron reached the Karzahni Shaft, she didn’t need the gas to see her own fears realized. There, hanging above the mouth of the pit by Visorak webbing, were her friends. Gerov, Vulut, and Havel were all in various stages of terror, with Havel seeming to convulse in horror. Their masks were piled in a heap below them. Taking a deep breath of clean air, Alaron slowly lowered them down, setting them down gingerly and placing their masks back on their faces. Gerov and Vulut came to after a moment, shaking off the nightmares and slowly sitting up. Gerov squinted, realizing that what he saw before him was real and not another hallucination. “Alaron? H-how, what happened?” He stammered. “It’s a long story. Suffice it to say, we’re all getting out of here. Can you walk?” Gerov and Vulut got to their feet, but Havel stayed on the ground. He was still in the grip of the gas. Alaron grabbed him and brought him to his feet, allowing him to put his weight on her as they walked for the exit. They had only gone a few bios, however, when they heard a familiar chittering noise above them. Evidently, not all of the guards had left. The brown armored Visorak lowered from the ceiling, blocking their way out. Alaron knew there’d be no escape without a fight. She put Havel back on the ground and took out her pickaxe, stepping forward as if to challenge the spider. “Take Havel,” she said to the other two, “When I give the signal, run. Run as fast as you can to the exit tunnel. I’ll cover your escape.” Gerov and Vulut tried to argue, but Alaron wouldn't hear any of it. “Go, now!” She charged the Visorak, letting out a battle cry and raising the pick above her head. The Visorak was about to leap at her, but something struck it in the back. From the opening of the tunnel came a dozen or more Onu-Matoran, all carrying picks and hurling stones at the spider. The Visorak tried to escape, but - surrounded on all sides - it quickly fell to the Matoran. There was a cheer of victory as the miners helped Gerov, Vulut, and Havel move towards the surface. Alaron saw Levin among them, who stopped to talk to her. “Nearly everyone is out. Are you coming topside with us?” Alaron thought for a moment before nodding, indicating the distant sounds of battle emanating from the village. “It’s all up to the Toa now. We need to focus on getting everyone to safety.” Voti had to use her Mask of Speed to dodge the Manas’ attack, barely ducking under the claw as it wrecked the building behind her. On either side of her, Inix and Julus were in similarly dire straits, barely able to weather the lightning fast strikes of the crab-like Rahi. Several bios away, Akarius, Kwynn, and Hoku were in the same boat. What had been a straightforward give-and-take between the Toa and the Visorak had devolved into a battle for survival as the Manas joined the engagement. The Toa fought back to back, swarmed by Visorak and pummeled by the larger Manas. Voti knew things couldn’t go on like this for much longer. Yet, as she deflected yet another pincer blow with her shield, she felt strangely at peace. There was a synergy between her, Julus, and Inix. It manifested in small things, like Inix striking back at a foe that Voti had just deflected, or the two guarding for Julus while he struck out with his swords. She had originally chalked it up to their shared experience fighting with each other, but Akarius, Kwynn, and Hoku had nearly as much experience and were having a much worse time of it. It was more than just teamwork, it was - Unity. As soon as she realized it, there was a flash of light. Suddenly, it was as if they were no longer three Toa, but one Toa. Their strength, their power, their minds, were combined into something even better. Even the Manas stopped fighting to watch in awe when the flash of light subsided. When Akarius moved his hand away from his eyes, he saw something beyond belief. Where Voti, Julus, and Inix once stood, there now stood a single towering figure. Built like a Toa, but nearly twice the size, the being wore Voti’s Kakama and wielded her shield on its left arm. In its right, it held a long twinblade that looked like a combination of Inix’s spear and Julus’s swords. Whole gardens sprung up wherever it stepped, and flaming whirlwinds seemed to circle around it. “A Toa Kaita,” Kwynn said, dumbstruck, “I’ve only ever heard of them in legends.” Realization struck Akarius like a Manas claw; the figure was Inix, Voti, and Julus. So strong was their unity that it manifested itself in a fusion of their physical forms. “I am Evenion,” they said, their booming voice somewhere between the cadences of the three Toa that comprised them, “Spirit of determination.” Evidently, their powers were amplified as well. They raised their twinblade, and it glowed as if it had just come from the forge. In an instant, all of the heat in the cave was absorbed into the Toa Kaita, sapping the power from the Manas before any of them could react. The Kaita’s mask glowed, and it became a blur, striking with Pakari’s strength and the Kakama’s speed. When the Manas tried to attack back, their blows were blocked by the power of Julus’s Hau. The tide of the battle was turned decisively in the Toa’s favor, with Manas steadily being driven back, towards the Kuma Quarry and the natural heat source there. They almost formed an orderly line as the Toa Kaita herded them into the tunnel. Akarius and the others quickly followed, still staring in disbelief at the spectacle before them. Just as originally had been planned, the Manas gathered over the entrance to the quarry, desperately trying to absorb heat so they could mount a counterattack. However, the Toa Kaita had other plans. They released all of the heat that they had absorbed earlier in a single blast focused into the ground, causing the earth to shake and the ground to collapse under the crabs. One by one, they fell into the pit below, cascading all the way into the waiting lava below. The Toa Kaita stood implacably over the pit. “They’ll find all the heat they need down there,” they said confidently. With that, there was another flash of light, and one became three once again. All three seemed just as bewildered as the other Toa, unsure of exactly what had just happened. All six Toa shared a look, everyone trying to come up with something to say but finding nothing. With explanations failing them, Inix finally broke the silence. “Ta-Koro.” That was all they needed to snap them out of their stupor. Debriefing could wait until the mission was complete. The team turned and ran out of the tunnel, running into Alaron on the way. “You did it!” She exclaimed, struggling to keep up with the long-legged heroes. “What about the other Matoran? Did you run into any trouble?” Akarius asked breathlessly. “All freed, taking a headcount out on the surface,” Alaron said, “There was a single Visorak, but we took care of it.” Akarius sighed deeply, relief flooding him. They had freed Onu-Koro. All thanks to Alaron. Akarius was confident he had found the final member of the team, but all of that could wait until after they had made it to Ta-Koro. “Where’s the road to Ta-Koro?” He asked. They were back in the village now, still strewn with pieces of Visorak shells and scarred by Manas treads. They slowed down, allowing the panting Matoran to take the lead. “This way,” she said, pointing to a tunnel entrance on the southern side of the village. It stretched far off into the distance, lit intermittently with lightstones. “It’ll be a few hours walk,” Alaron said, taking a moment to catch her breath. Without hesitating, they set off into the darkness, keeping as good a pace as they could while allowing Alaron to keep up. They had been walking for an hour or so when they began to come across lava flows. The tunnel suddenly widened into a cavern, with a lava fall to their left creating a stream of molten rock that covered the entire floor. A bridge had been built over the flow, allowing them to continue unimpeded. The heat was intense here, as was the light. Akarius could barely catch his breath as they crossed the stone bridge. Almost subconsciously, he reached out with his mind to the stone beneath him. Its foundation was well-built and strong. Yet, there was something odd about it. Underneath it, buried under the lava flow, was a structure of some kind. A tunnel, perhaps. Definitely built by Matoran. He got the sense that whatever it was, it extended deep into the ground, far below even Onu-Koro. He paused for a moment to consider, wondering what it was and who could’ve built it. He glanced at the lava fall to their left. It looked almost... artificial. Was someone trying to hide something down here? Before he could conjecture further, the other Toa noticed that he had fallen behind. “Everything good, Akarius?” Kwynn asked. He decided that whatever it was, it could wait until after the Matoran were safe. Ever so faintly, he thought heard whispers coming from below them. However, he quickly wrote it off as the lava flowing under them. “Yeah, everything’s good.” He continued walking down the path after the others. Someone has to know what’s down there. Turaga Nemick awoke to a light rapping on his door. It was dark out, and he had just settled down for sleep. After getting to his feet, he opened the door to find Utri standing there, solemn as ever. There was some anxiousness in his eyes, however. Nemick was suddenly on edge. “What is it, Utri?” he asked with a faux calm. “The Toa are here,” he said plainly, “They need to speak with you urgently.” Utri’s nonchalant way of speaking didn’t give the situation the gravity it deserved. How were the Toa here? The last he had heard, just yesterday, the Toa were in Ga-Koro. How could they have gotten here so quickly? Unless they had gone through... no, they couldn’t have. “They’re downstairs. If you want, I can tell them you need a moment,” Utri continued. “No, I’ll see them now. If they’re here it must be something important.” The new Toa Volara had grown since he had last seen them. They had added Toa of Ice and Air to their ranks. Most concerning was the Matoran accompanying them, however. Black armor, purple Mahiki; an Onu-Matoran. So they had gone through the underground. What of the plague? Was it another of Nava’s lies? Ever since his awakening, he had meant to send Matoran to discover the truth of the matter, but with everything happening it had fallen low on his list of priorities.. As he descended the stairs, he gave the Toa his greeting. “Welcome again, Toa. What can I do for you?” The mood seemed nervous, as if something bad was about to happen. Nemick prepared for the worst. “Well, we apologize for the short notice, but we came as fast as we could. to put it plainly, there’s an enemy army coming straight for Ta-Koro. They’re probably less than a day away.” Nemick’s legs almost gave out hearing that. Such black news, after all that the village had already been through? There was no way to defend the village after the earthquake. The walls were still damaged, and the guard’s numbers were still recovering. If the army was as close as they said, there’d be nothing to stop them. However, it seemed like the Toa had a plan. At this point, Nemick was open to anything. “What do we do?” he said, desperation leaking into his voice. “We evacuate the village,” Inix said, “We’ve unsealed the road through Onu-Koro. If we start now, we can get the villagers out before sunup.” It was a drastic step, one that would be unpopular after all of the work that had been done to repair Ta-Koro. Yet Nemick would rather see the village completely leveled than have any of the Ta-Koronans be endangered. What he was unsure about was the status of Onu-Koro. Was there a plague or not? “What of the quarantine, has it been finally lifted?” Nemick eyed the Onu-Matoran. She stepped forward and spoke; “There never was a plague. For the past two years, Onu-Koro has been enslaved by the invaders. With the help of the Toa, we liberated the village and reopened the pathway that goes through it. It’s a straight shot from here to the other side of the Lokavas.” It seemed the matter was settled. Yet, it would be another matter entirely to put the plan into motion. “Utri, take your guardsmen door to door. Have the Toa accompany you. Explain what’s going on. Tell the villagers they have an hour to gather their belongings. After that, muster everyone at the entrance to the Onu-Koro tunnel. It seems we have a full night ahead of us.” Morning had just started to break over the Lokava Mountains when the walls of Ta-Koro came into view. For days, the army had been marching double time in order to take the Ta-Matoran by surprise, and it seems to have paid off. From his perch on a high rock, Kulu couldn’t see any preparations or concentrations of guardsmen on the walls. Quite to the contrary, the ramparts were devoid of Matoran, and there were still gaping holes in the defenses. By midday, the battle would be over, and he could report the good news to the Master. His forces were beginning to form up, with some already beginning to march on the city. As he was about to jump down and join them, he saw one of his scouts returning. Kulu’s mood began to sour, however, when he saw the winged Kra-Matoran’s demeanor. She was flapping wildly, shouting as she went. Finally, she landed at Kulu’s feet, attempting to catch her breath. “Well?” Kulu demanded, his anger barely contained. Eventually, the scout regained her composure and spoke. “They’re gone! All of them! Every Ta-, Su-, and Po-Matoran!” Kulu’s heart sank as the report went on, “No villagers, no guard, no Turaga!” Without waiting for another word, Kulu tore off in the direction of Ta-Koro. A few Rahkshi fell in to accompany him, but he didn’t even notice them. His plan had hinged on taking the Ta-Koronans captive. Without them, they would be left in a much weaker position. He couldn’t stomach reporting yet another failure to Master. Sure enough, when he reached the wall and peered through one of the breaches, he could see the scout had been right. As he walked through the deserted streets, he couldn’t see a single sign of life. Beginning to feel sick, Kulu realized that there was a large trail of tracks visible in the volcanic sand that made up the village’s streets. Hundreds of footprints leading off to the north side of the village. He followed them, eventually ending up at the very foot of one the great volcanoes the village was built around. Here, a tunnel had been carved through the basalt, with a sign posted above it that read Onu-Koro Tunnel. Where there had once been a gate at the tunnel’s entrance, there was now only a pile of rocks and boulders. It was clear to all what had happened. But if they had taken this route out of the village, then that must mean... “I take it that Onu-Koro has also fallen.” Kulu jumped at the voice behind him, hand going for his sword. Seeing whose voice it was did nothing to alleviate his fear. Makuta Vortidax stood behind him, eyeing the collapsed tunnel. Implacable as ever, Kulu couldn’t begin to wonder what he was thinking. “Master, I was just about to... if only we had arrived sooner... I’ll have the soldiers whipped for their indolence!” Kulu was certain that this would be his last mistake, but the Master still seemed unperturbed. “Worry not, Kulu. My patience with you has not run out just yet. I have decided to embark on a more diplomatic solution. As for you, I have a mission that harkens back to your days as a Matoran.” Review Topic
  6. Chapter 19 Moonlight reflected off of the calm waters of Ga-Koro Bay as Akarius and his teammates strode through the mostly empty streets of the village, heading for the longhouse that Turaga Yara called home. An eerie quiet had settled over them. The return to mainland Volara-Nui had not done much to ease the Toa’s spirits. Despite their resounding victory over the Kra-Matoran, they were no closer to bringing peace to the island. Even without that, there was still the matter of their disquieting encounter in the deepest levels of the Kini-Volara. Makuta Vortidax. Akarius turned it over in his head, unable to place why the name perturbed him so. In the hours since their departure from the temple island, the name had coiled around his mind like a snake, and now all he could think about was the sinking feeling in his gut. Of all the feelings he felt like he should be experiencing; anger, resolve, fear; all he could focus on was the name’s familiarity. Like an old acquaintance, a former colleague, not a sworn enemy. Finally, as Yara’s abode was in sight, Akarius had to accept that this Vortidax must know something about his past. It had been sometime since he had considered his life before waking up on the beach in Le-Wahi. He still longed for knowledge of his former comrades, but each day their memorialization became less and less important as troubles continued to pile on. Now, their shadowy forms were front and center in his mind. I’m getting closer, friends, he thought, I can only hope this Vortidax character will be open to a few questions. He banished the thought as they entered the Turaga’s home. They had a reason to be here, beyond reporting the day’s happenings. Trailing behind the Toa, side by side with Feria and Leida, was a single Kra-Matoran raider. A full head taller than either Ga-Matoran, and nearly twice as broad, the brigand was manacled with an anchor chain being pulled along by Hoku. Behind the solemn party, Kopa stalked, ready for anything the prisoner might attempt. The Kra-Matoran, Xeran, had been captured after the battle at Nauruna, when he was abandoned onboard the Artakha by his erstwhile compatriots. Now, he was headed to the Turaga, where the Toa hoped he could tell them where the main Kra-Matoran force was. Akarius doubted that he would give up the information willingly, but that was where Yara came in. The Turaga, who had been informed of the plan, sat placidly in the longhouse’s meeting hall. Finally, the procession came to a stop in front of her, with Hoku giving one final tug on the chain so that Xeran stood before her. His eyes were filled with a baleful hatred, and his arms seemed to tense at the bindings. If Yara was intimidated by this showing, or if she shared any of these feelings, she did not show it. Her Kanohi Rode, Mask of Truth, simply glowed, and she spoke. “Where are we?” Her normally calm voice was stern, slightly echoing off of the walls. Xeran was silent for a moment, but soon replied in a neutral voice. “Ga-Koro, in the Turaga’s house, in the meeting hall.” Afterward he seemed taken aback, his anger turning to confusion, as if he had not chosen to move his mouth. Akarius breathed a sigh of relief. Both Feria and Leida said that Yara had developed a technique with her Kanohi, allowing her to not just detect lies, but make them completely unutterable in her presence. In short, she could compel the truth out of the likes of Xeran. Akarius was glad to see that her prowess had not dulled with time, but it took a rapid toll on the Turaga’s stamina. “Now, we have a baseline of the truth. You may ask of him what you like, Toa, and he will answer.” Akarius stepped forward, eyeing the captive. “Where is the rest of your force?” He asked finally. Xeran hesitated, trying to fight the urge for a moment, but eventually answered, “On the mainland, gathered together in a great army.” Close, but they needed more. “Where on the mainland? Where are they headed?” “By now, they must be in Po-Wahi. They’re marching towards Ta-Koro.” Despite Xeran’s efforts to divulge as little as possible, it was easy to deduce that the enemy intended with Ta-Koro. It was as Akarius had feared. There was so much he wanted to learn about the enemy, about their army and their enigmatic leader. However, he could see that Yara was beginning to strain under the extra effort, and decided that he had time for only one more question. “How much longer do we have?” Again, Xeran tried to fight to no avail. “Two, three days at the maximum.” Akarius nodded at Yara, and her mask ceased glowing. She receded into her chair, slightly diminished by process. Xeran, on the other hand, was enraged by the trick, and fought twice as hard against his bindings. It took a handful of Feria’s marines to wrangle him out of the longhouse as he struggled and raged. With the Kra-Matoran gone, Akarius sunk into the nearest chair, completely unsure of what to do next. In less than a day, he had gone from feeling like he was on the cusp of victory to the precipice of defeat. A look at the other Toa told him the feeling was mutual. “So what now?” Hoku said, finally. He had been leaning against one wall, arms folded over his chest as Xeran had spoken, and now he made a move towards the center of the room. Akarius went through their options. He tried to stay optimistic, but everything he could think of seemed easier said than done. “We go to Ta-Koro,” he said, “After that, I’m open to suggestions.” “It’s not like we can stand up to all of them at once,” Kwynn said, seeming as dejected as Akarius, “Our focus shouldn’t be on fighting, anyway. We should focus on getting the Matoran to safety. Ta-Koro might be lost, but it can be rebuilt.” The other Toa nodded, but Hoku voiced what they were thinking; “That’s all good, but how are we supposed to get the Matoran out of the village? There’s only one road out of Ta-Koro, and there’s an army currently sitting on it.” No one had an answer. The silence was broken by Yara, despite her apparent exhaustion. “There is another path to the village, but it might be fraught with danger, assuming it’s even still intact; Onu-Koro.” The Toa shared a look of confusion, unsure of what the Turaga meant. When no one responded, she continued, “For years, Ta- and Onu-Koro were linked by a tunnel through the Lokavas. A short time ago, however, the Onu-Matoran reported that a great plague had seized their village, and all travel to and from the village was stopped. Without word from the Onu-Koronans, we started to fear the worst. However, now that we know what we know about the Kra-Matoran and Nava’s double dealings, I’m starting to wonder if there is something more sinister going on. Either way, it’s the only way to get the Ta-Koronans out of the village before the army bears down on them, and someone needs to check on them anyway after the great earthquake. Travel through Onu-Koro, unseal the Lokava Tunnel, and you just might be able to get the Ta-Koronans to safety” With Yara’s explanation, the mood in the room suddenly lifted. Akarius stood up, eager to get started, but quickly deflated when he thought about the journey to Onu-Koro. The entrance to the village was on the other side of the island, at the source of the Gakar River. “Even with the alternate route to Ta-Koro, I’m afraid we won’t make it in time. Not unless you have a boat that can travel against the river’s current,” he said, looking at Feria. Feria, however, just shared a knowing look with Leida. Upon thinking about the day’s events, Akarius realized he was a fool for doubting the capabilities of the Ga-Matoran. The commodore stepped forward, a hand on her cutlass. “Toa, I think we have just what you’re looking for.” Inix would never truly forget the sound of the Muaka’s jaws closing around Ivith. Even if it was only for a moment before his fireball had blasted it across the clearing, and even with Ivith having successfully dodged the brunt of the attack, it was all too late. The sound of protodermis striking protodermis still grated against his mind, even after they had returned to Le-Koro. Ivith’s dodge had been more of a fall, causing his legs and parts of his lower body to be crushed by the Muaka’s attack. Despite his injuries, Ivith had clung to life during the entire return trip to the village and into the morning after. Even as Inix sat, side-by-side with Voti, outside the Turaga’s hut waiting for news, Ivith was still alive. Inix couldn’t bear to look at his teammate; not during the ride back, not as night turned to day, not now. It had been his responsibility to protect Ivith, and once again he had failed. Julus had also waited with them. None of them spoke, instead trying to find any other way to pass the time. Julus paced endlessly, sometimes stopping for a moment to peer off the edge of the branch into the jungle below before resuming his patrol. Voti seemed to be meditating, or something similar to it. As she did, a veritable garden had grown up around her, already teeming with small pollinators. At one point Inix swore that she had lifted off of the ground. Inix himself was almost as restless as Julus, but resisted the urge to pace. Instead, he alternated between thoroughly inspecting the grain of the wood around him, composing what he would say to Voti when the silence between them finally ended, and attempting to meditate (he stopped after he began to char the wood around him). After all of these failed to draw his focus from the weight of his failure, he tried contenting himself with dancing an ember between his fingers. Finally, as the sun began to peak through the tree limbs, Turaga Serus exited his hut, a somber look upon his face. Inix prepared for the worst as the three stood at attention. “He’ll be okay,” the Turaga said reassuringly. Inix sighed, trying to keep his composure. Voti felt no such compulsion, grabbing his hand as she heard the news. Julus stood expectantly, as if waiting for the “but”. “But,” Serus continued, “it’ll be sometime before he can walk again. His legs need to be fully reconstructed, and we don’t have the components. Normally, we’d send for some from the engineers of Metru-Nui, but we haven’t heard anything from the city since the earthquake. We might have to wait until the war is ov-” “I’ll go,” Julus said without an ounce of hesitation, “Give me five Vine Striders and some Kahu and we’ll get to Metru-Nui and be back within the week.” Serus and the Toa could only share a shocked look. Finally Serus replied, “You know why we can’t do that, Julus.” Despite it all, his voice was caring, his eyes understanding. He moved to put a hand on Julus’s shoulder but the Le-Matoran wouldn’t have it. “Then I’ll go by myself, I can move faster that way. Give me three days and I’ll...” Julus stopped short when he saw he was getting nowhere with the Turaga. Serus sighed deeply before going on. “Julus, I know your pain intimately. It is something we have all felt in the past weeks. You have to understand, you and Ivith are the best hopes for our village, and I couldn’t bear to lose the both of you in a week’s time. It won’t do Ivith any good for you to fritter your life away on a suicide mission. Let us rest, recuperate, and take what joy we can in this victory.” Julus seemed to think for a moment before storming off, leaving the other three alone. Serus shook his head before his eyes came to rest on the two Toa. Voti suddenly realized that she was still grasping Inix’s hand, quickly letting it go and drawing herself up to full height. In his hand was a small bundle of flowers and grasses, seemingly conjured by Voti unwittingly. “You must know, Toa, that what happened to Ivith is not your fault.” Although it was addressed to them both, Inix felt the Turaga’s gaze linger on him. He shifted uncomfortably. “I spoke to Ivith, and he is in high spirits. To talk to him, you wouldn’t know that he had been so badly injured. He could not be happier that Le-Koro is finally safe. That is what we should focus on. The battles I fought in my youth...” The Turaga trailed off, leaving the Toa waiting expectantly, “Well, that’s not important. Go and enjoy the celebrations, and make the most of your well-deserved rest. It will take all of us to ensure Julus doesn’t do anything he regrets.” The celebrations were indeed something to behold. Just as Turaga Serus had promised, Inix received a true Le-Koro welcome. Every musician in the village had come out to play, and the mok-mok flowed freely. All through the day and into the night, until the last barrel had run dry and the last musician could play no more. Even a true Le-Koro welcome has its limits. Soon, the tree branch streets were empty, and the only noise was that of jungle Rahi in the trees below. Through the stillness crept a lone figure. Sliding along vines and silently jumping from branch to branch, Julus made his way through the miniature forest of tree limbs that made up the village. His goal was the aviary and the Kahu nests within. Even if Serus and the Toa didn’t believe in him, he had to try. The journey to Metru-Nui would be hard, and it would only get more difficult when he arrived. Still, if he managed to get the components and bring them back to Ivith, it might put a stop to the gnawing he felt in his gut. After all, it was all his fault that any of this happened. If he had just been there to cover Ivith’s bird, if he had just been a better wingman... He put it out of his mind for now. He’d have plenty of time to stew on the way to the city. Finally, he made it to the aviary. The large wooden structure was on the village’s periphery, right next to the carved outcroppings that acted as landing pads. In it were several dozen Kahu, including Julus’s steed Lenui. It was currently locked up, but there were perks to being a captain of the Vine Striders. He pulled out his key and made for the lock. However, before he could insert it, the key lifted up out of his grip, as if it had been grabbed by an invisible hand. He didn’t even have to turn around to know who was behind it. “I trust the party was nice, Turaga?” The footsteps behind him were indeed Serus’s, and Julus turned to face him. To his surprise, the look on the wizened elder’s face was that of bemusement, rather than anger. “It was. We missed you, you know. The band wasn’t the same without you.” Serus’ Matatu stopped glowing, and the key fell to the ground. “Surely you didn’t think this would work, did you?” “It seems I underestimated your capacity for mok-mok. Although I had hoped that you would come around to my side, that you would see why I have to do this,” Julus said pleadingly. He was confident with enough time he would be able to sway the Turaga. Serus however, didn’t budge. “I had considered it, actually. After all, if there’s anyone that can pull it off it’s you. However, I think we might have something better, a way to channel your emotion for the good of all Volara-Nui.” Julus furrowed his brow. “We?” As if on cue, out of the shadows came the heavy footfalls of the two Toa. That, however, wasn’t the most surprising thing about it; that would be the figure cradled in Inix’s arms. Ivith looked even more bemused than Serus had. “Don’t go ending up Rahi bones on my behalf. Besides, you wouldn’t know those components from a bog snake,” Ivith chided. To see him up so soon, it was almost as if he had never been hurt. Serus had been right. “I thought I’d give it my best try, but now I’m wondering if I should leave you like you are for a while. You could do with a bit of humbling,” Julus shot back. The two laughed, and for a moment Julus’s stress was forgotten. The tension was broken, and Voti spoke up. “I don’t suppose you wanna hear our offer?” In her hands was a strange object, oblong and glowing with a faint light. “After this mess is all over, it will be much easier to get those components with a team of Toa at your back,” Inix added. Julus thought it over for a moment. As a Toa, he could defend Le-Koro far better than he was able to now, and it would certainly make the eventual journey to Metru-Nui easier. Yet, it would mean Ivith would have to wait until the war was over. Despite his earlier reservations, now it seemed easy to determine the correct path. He’d become a Toa. He moved to join them, but before he could say anything, the sound of someone else approaching interrupted him. It was another Vine Strider, one of the Bo-Matoran ground patrollers. He was out of breath, clearly having come a great distance. All turned to hear what he had to say. Behind him, a dark form came scurrying across the branches. The black armor with the purple mask marked her out as an Onu-Matoran, but that couldn’t be. All of Onu-Koro had been stricken down with a plague. After collecting himself, the Vine Strider spoke. “Turaga, we came across this Onu-Matoran during our patrols of the southern border. She has come for an audience with you, saying her whole village needs help desperately.” The Toa perked up, stepping to the forefront. The Onu-Matoran looked on in awe, obviously not expecting the heroes to be there. Finally, she spoke. “I’m Alaron. I don’t know what all of this is about a plague, but for the past two years our village has been enslaved by dark forces. Kra-Matoran, Visorak, Rahkshi, all of them forcing us to mine for someone called The Master. We have suffered greatly, but the earthquake worked in our favor. It threw our captors into disarray, and we have risen up against them. I managed to get out, and tried to get here as fast as possible. We don’t have much time left. Please, if there’s anything you can do to help us, we need it now!” The Toa looked at each other, then to Julus. Voti was the first to speak; “You can count on us, the new Toa Volara. Julus, it seems your first mission is coming sooner than you might have thought.” Review Topic
  7. Chapter 18 Daylight was beginning to fade as Akarius stepped onto the sand of Kini-Volara. In the boat behind him were a dozen Ga-Matoran, Commodore Feria among them. As the interlopers disembarked another two boats, each carrying a similar number of Matoran and the other two Toa made landfall. Akarius, who had been eager moments before, began to feel a twinge of unease as he pulled his hammer from its resting place. The shore party quickly regrouped, girding their weapons and armor as they prepared for an attack that could come from anywhere. The beach looked strangely familiar to Akarius. Not long ago, he had been in a similar place; a long, thin beach bracketed by thick forest. Roughly a hundred bios down the shore they had landed on was the Kra-Matoran cruiser, beached on the shoals. Despite this, there were no Kra-Matoran to be seen anywhere. An eerie silence hung over the beach. As they approached the wreck, a line of tracks in the sand could be seen leading into the forest. Akarius shared a look with the other two Toa. Kwynn slowly nocked an arrow in her bow, holding it at the ready. Hoku was bent down, examining the tracks closely. Kopa flanked him, his ears swiveling as he sniffed the footprints. Was it a trap? The Kra-Matoran had only arrived on the island a short time before the Toa and their retinue. They wouldn’t have had much time to plan. The hasty scuppering of their ship seemed to imply they were eager to make landfall, not that they were constructing a trap. Still, Akarius couldn’t grasp what it was that made him so uneasy about the situation. It was like the island had an aura of fear that penetrated to his core. “What should we do, Toa?” asked the Commodore, her hand resting on the hilt of her cutlass. The other Ga-Matoran looked to Akarius. The Toa of Stone gave the trail one more look before making his decision. “Leave some Matoran here to secure the enemy ship. The rest will come with us to track down the Kra-Matoran,” Akarius declared, “If this is where they make their base, then we’ll need a sizable force to attack it.” Feria turned to the Lieutenant, who called out to a group of marines. The boarding party converged on the vessel as the rest melted into the jungle, with the Toa at the head of the column. The tree cover here was thick, with only a narrow Rahi path to act as a guide for the invaders. Akarius was reminded of his initial foray into Le-Wahi as he trudged through the dense thicket. If nothing else the terrain was just as rough, the territory just as unknown. The more things change, the more they stay the same. From his right Kwynn approached, her eyes darting from tree to tree as they pushed on. When her eyes finally met his, her thoughts were clear; this was a trap. Akarius looked forward a few dozen bios at Hoku. The Toa of Ice and Kopa had taken point, putting their hunting experience to good use as they traced the path the enemy had taken. If he noticed anything out of the ordinary, then he didn’t show it. Feria was a few bios behind the Toa, leading the Ga-Matoran with sword in hand. Despite her fearless demeanor the Commodore looked thoroughly out of her element, still searching for her land legs. Suddenly, Hoku stopped in his tracks, flashing a hand signal that recommended the others do the same. Without looking back, the hunter disappeared in the trees ahead, Kopa in tow. A few tense moments passed as the rest of the column waited, wondering what he saw. Finally, he reappeared, stepping nimbly through the underbrush back towards his comrades. “The forest ends about fifty bios this way. There’s a clearing up ahead, I think we might be near the temple,” said Hoku, the scopes on his mask readjusting to their neutral position, “As far as I can tell there’s no one waiting for us. I’d still stay cautious.” Sure enough, the trees finally gave way to rolling, grassy hills not far from where they had stopped. In the distance, the towering parapets of Kini-Volara could be seen, beckoning the interlopers to come closer. With Akarius at the head, the shore party pressed on. Despite the threat of an ambush seemingly being behind them, Akarius still felt a great deal of tension in his gut, like he was in a place he really shouldn’t be. They had left the forest but weren’t out of the woods yet. In any other circumstance, the architecture of Kini-Volara would be astounding. Despite millennia without upkeep, the great temple still stood regal and imposing. Not even the earthquake that had leveled Ta-Koro had seemed to do much damage to it. Yet given the current situation, the sight of the great stone façade seemed much more foreboding than impressive to Akarius. The apprehension he felt was multiplied when he wondered what had become of the enemy. Besides the wrecked ship and the tracks they had followed to get here, they had not seen the first sign of the Kra-Matoran. There had been several perfect opportunities for an ambush or surprise attack, but it never came. More questions were raised as they drew closer and closer to the temple; there were telltale signs that a great army was very recently encamped around the temple. Trampled vegetation, the remnants of bonfires, and various fortifications seemed to point to this once being the enemy’s headquarters. Yet, the enemy themselves were nowhere to be found. As the Toa and their allies meandered around the site of the camp, everyone asked themselves the same question: where had they gone? “I don’t suppose it’s possible they left for good?” said Commodore Feria as she examined a partially deconstructed palisade. “Not likely,” replied Hoku grimly. “This is only a single encampment,” observed Kwynn, “If there are only a few more like this around the island then that means there could be hundreds, maybe thousands of Kra-Matoran loose in Volara-Nui.” The thought of this caused a chatter to arise among the Ga-Matoran. Fear was in the air, as the throng considered clashing with such a strong enemy. Akarius tried to stay calm. Not only was there a massive invading army on the loose, but the only ones with any hope of standing against them were divided on opposite sides of the island. The Toa of Stone drew a deep breath, realizing their strike at the enemy’s heart was not only too late, but had left their own heart vulnerable to attack. “Commodore, get everyone back to the ship and get ready to return to Ga-Koro,” Akarius said, prompting an affirmation from the Commodore. “We’ll be with you soon, I want to get a look at the inside of the temple.” As the Matoran began marching back in the direction they came, the three Toa approached the temple’s gaping maw. Covering the gate of the complex were dozens of etchings and inscriptions, reliefs of Toa and the villains they fought. Labels and captions told of the deeds of the heroes who defended Volara-Nui and their victory over the Barraki. Directly above the doorway to the temple was a depiction of the original Toa Volara, standing strong and united. Akarius wondered if this temple was built in their honor. However, standing above even them was a relief of a tall, imposing figure. Somehow, it seemed familiar to him, although he couldn’t explain why. Standing behind the figure were six beings that could’ve been Toa. These were different from Nemick’s team, however. Had there been other Toa here? More mysteries to add to the pile. Past the carvings on the exterior lay an interior completely bathed in darkness. Akarius drew his light stone, holding it in front of him to try and illuminate the blackness within the building. He turned to his comrades, their weapons ready. “If anyone’s afraid of the dark, now’s the time to turn back,” Akarius said as he stood at the threshold. “We’re with you until the end of the line,” Kwynn declared, aiming her bow into the darkness. “Kopa has better night vision than us. If anything tries to sneak up on us, we’ll know about it,” added Hoku. With his teammates at his back, Akarius took a few furtive steps inside the temple. The light stone tried its hardest, but could only project light a few bios in front of the Toa. What they saw was crumbled masonry, shards of various types of protodermis, and clumps of sickly green webbing in every corner. Besides the sound of their footsteps echoing through the halls, the temple was dead silent. After a few moments of walking, they reached the far wall. Akarius turned, surveying the area with his light stone. As he did, its light fell on a spiral staircase built in a recess in the wall. It led downward, deeper into the temple. When the light landed on the staircase, the stone’s glow became noticeably dimmer. Akarius looked to the other two, both seemed on edge, but nonetheless determined. “Shall we?” Akarius asked, gesturing towards the stairs. “After you,” Hoku retorted. Akarius began descending the stairs, his light stone flickering as he did. There was a whimper above, as Kopa looked down the spiral. The Koaka looked disturbed by something it sensed at the bottom of the stairs, and had to be goaded by Hoku to follow them. That’s comforting, thought Akarius as the stone grew dimmer and dimmer. Finally, the Toa of Stone’s foot hit the landing at the bottom of the steps. As soon as it did, the lightstone finally went out. Akarius’ breathing quickened as he tried not to panic. This had been a mistake, he was putting all three of them in danger. What kind of unnatural darkness was this? Akarius’ anxiety was partially allayed by Kwynn, who summoned a bright arc of lightning in her hand. “This should be a bit more reliable,” Kwynn said quietly as the electricity danced about her palm. Akarius nodded an affirmation, his heartlight’s pulse beginning to slow down. He was about to suggest they turn back when he heard it; the eerie silence of the undertemple was shattered by a distant clanging; the rhythmic sound of metal striking metal. All three Toa turned to the source of the sound, then each other. They weren’t alone. Akarius motioned for them to follow the sound. Kwynn took point, illuminating the area just in front of them. The bluish light emanating from her hand exposed a floor of dark colored tiles and walls of brick. The ceiling was vaulted and several bios above the ground, far taller than any Toa. Akarius found himself wondering the purpose of this catacomb, trying to figure out if it was part of the temple’s original design or if it was added by the invaders. If anything the age of the bricks in the walls seemed far older than any part of the temple above it. The striking sound grew louder and louder the farther they walked. Soon, it was so loud as to be deafening. As the volume of the clanging grew, so did the anxiety in Akarius’ gut. What could be waiting for them ahead? Kwynn’s light illuminated a large stone door. Within, a faint orange glow could be seen peeking through the edges of the door. The hammering was at its loudest now. Whatever was making the noise was right behind the door. Akarius gave a look at the two Toa behind him. Whoever was within the room beyond knew they were there. They were taunting the Toa, playing on their fear and daring them to run away. It wouldn’t work. Akarius took one side of the door, ready to shove it open with one hand and swing with his hammer in the other. Hoku took the other side, javelin ready. Kwynn stood in front of the door, arrow nocked and drawn. There was a tense moment as the Toa steeled themselves. The clanging continued unabated, beckoning the Toa to enter. Finally, Akarius shouted, “Now!” The door swung open and Kwynn searched for targets within. However, her trained eyes found none. All that was in the room was a dimly glowing blacksmith’s forge and an anvil. The noise had ceased. Whatever had been causing the racket had disappeared. Still on edge, Akarius entered, followed by his compatriots. Sitting on the anvil was a long slender object. Upon further examination, it was a sword, beautifully crafted. As Akarius picked it up, he could feel that it was still quite hot. Newly made. On the blade was an inscription, written in ornate Matoran glyphs: A parting gift, to the Toa Volara, from Makuta Vortidax. http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/29951-the-volara-cycle-review-topic/
  8. Chapter 17 It was easy to tell why the De-Matoran had chosen to live on the island of Nauruna, a few dozen miles off of the coast of Volara-Nui. A foggy spit of land where the only sound was the lapping of the ocean and the seabirds that called it home. A perfect abode for the hyper sensitive ears of the Matoran of Sonics. From her perch on the top deck of the Artakha, Kwynn could see the gray armored port workers of the De-Koro harbor repairing boats and hauling in nets filled with their favorite shellfish. As far as she could hear, none of them spoke a single word. She suspected if they were speaking, it would be in a barely audible whisper. There were a few who made rapid hand movements to one another, an unspoken tongue that only the De-Matoran could understand. Roughly a kio from the docks was De-Koro proper, where Akarius had gone ahead with Commodore Feria while she and Hoku stayed with the fleet in the natural harbor on the eastern side of the isle. Once the Toa of Stone had informed the De-Matoran elder of their plan, they would fan out with the Ga-Koronans to search for the Kra-Matoran headquarters. Kwynn hoped that this plan would work. It was clear that war was beginning to take its toll on the island. Even now, one of the port’s many fishing docks was being converted into a base for a heavy disk launcher. Similar shore batteries dotted the coastline. The lustrous shine glinting off of the weapons indicated they were new installations. The thought caused a twinge of sadness in Kwynn’s chest. When she had arrived on Volara-Nui, the harshness of the Northern Continent was the only thing she had ever known. To see a place as idyllic as this island be marred by war was a tragedy. If they could find the heart of the enemy, strike where they were vulnerable, they could cut off the raiding parties plaguing the island. A success here could return peace to Volara-Nui. It was a comforting concept, but Kwynn knew it was wishful thinking. A sinking feeling in her gut told her that, unless a decisive battle was fought soon, war could rage on unfettered for a long time to come. The sound of heavy footfalls brought Kwynn’s mind back to the present. She looked up to see Hoku emerging from the lower decks. The hunter had turned in to sleep before they departed for De-Koro. The white armored warrior was alert as ever, as was his feline companion Kopa. “I trust your nap was energizing brother,” Kwynn said. Hoku took a seat on a barrel, retrieving his javelin from its scabbard on his back. From his pack he produced a whetstone to sharpen its blade, dragging the stone rhythmically across the edge. “It was sufficient,” he said simply, not taking his eyes off of his task. Kopa stretched lazily on the deck, sitting close by his master’s side. The two cut an imposing figure together, to the point that Kwynn wondered if this was some sort of intimidation trick. “Akarius and the Commodore have gone into town. They should be back soon,” Kwynn informed him. The Toa of Ice lived up to the name, regarding the news with only a simple nod. Kwynn rolled her eyes before turning back towards the port, leaning over the railing as she watched the goings-on below her. “I’m surprised to see you’re not in the middle of another meditation session, sister,” said Hoku, his quiet voice dripping with accusation. Kwynn struggled to keep her surprise hidden. Did he know about her arrangement with the Order? How could he? It was obvious he suspected something, and he would be correct in deducing that the “meditation sessions” were not as innocuous as they had originally seemed. Even so, it could be dangerous for both of them if she divulged her secrets. Not only would it sink any chance she had of joining the Order, but it would also put her team in the crosshairs of an organization that very much wanted to remain secret. She had to keep the façade going for now. “Someone has to keep a watch on the harbor. There’ll be plenty of time for meditation when we’re not in danger,” she replied sharply. If this had any effect on him, he didn’t show it. He simply continued honing the blade in his hands. “Of course. I do often wonder what it is you meditate upon when you’re all alone. None of the others seem to know, either.” Kwynn was taken aback by the threatening aura in his voice. Had he been talking to the others? “And what does that have to do with anything, Hoku?” she asked, severity perforating her words. For the first time, he looked up and their gazes met. “Under normal circumstances, it would be completely meaningless. In times such as these, however, it pays to be cautious,” he said, holding up the blade of the javelin to inspect it, “what strikes me as odd is that one as logical and rational as you would turn to spirituality. I’ve known both rational Matoran and spiritual Matoran, and there’s almost never an overlap between the two. How curious is it that, in the middle of a war against shadowy forces, one I call an ally would be the first I meet to bridge the gap.” Kwynn scoffed at this. “If you’re insinuating that I’m betraying the team, brother, then what they say about Ko-Matoran must be true; always with your head in the clouds, never paying attention to what is around you.” For a moment, something that seemed to be anger flashed in Hoku’s eyes. “I’m a hunter. It’s my job to pay attention, to know my prey inside and out,” He retorted, nearly shouting. Kwynn took a step toward him before speaking in almost a whisper: “If you’re such a good hunter, then you should realize when a quarry is far too much for you to handle.” With that, she spun on her heels, leaving the stunned Toa of Ice behind as she made her way to the docks. She barely made it halfway across the deck, however, before a foghorn blast from one of the other Ga-Matoran ships shattered the silence hanging over the harbor. Both Toa stepped to the starboard side of the ship, their previous quarrel nearly forgotten. It was hard to tell where the sound had come from, or what it was warning against. The fog past the bounds of the harbor was nearly impenetrable. The eyepieces on Hoku’s Huna whirred, telescoping as he focused on something in the distance. “What do you see?” asked the Toa of Lightning, her hand resting on one of the daggers strapped to her thighs. Hoku cursed under his breath before answering. “Kra-Matoran ships. A few larger ships with escorts. Looks like our break is over.” True enough, the silhouettes of at least a dozen attack boats soon broke through the fog, the larger craft acting as motherships to a host of faster raiders. Kwynn looked to the Artakha’s bridge, where Lieutenant Leida too was alert, sighting the incoming attackers through his spyglass. “Lieutenant!” she cried, running towards the second-in-command, “They’re coming to raid the village like they did in Ko-Koro, we have to protect the De-Matoran!” Leida stowed his spyglass before turning to face the Toa. “Aye,” he said, “They’ve got us on equal numbers, but it’ll hardly be a fair fight with the Cordak on our side. These raiding parties like to use torpedoes against us. The Artakha can shrug them off easily, but our smaller boats will be sent to the bottom if they get hit. If you Toa help us take out their torpedo boats our firepower can take out their heavier ships.” “We’re on it,” Hoku said. As Leida took the flagship’s helm and began barking orders to the crew, Kwynn grabbed Hoku’s arm, locking eyes with the Toa of Ice. “Whatever quarrel we have can wait until after the raiders have been defeated. We’d be failures if the Matoran suffered because of our disunity,” she declared resolutely. Her comrade hesitated only a second before grunting, “Fine.” “Good, now help me, I have an idea.” The Artakha’s engines groaned to life as it pulled away from the harbor. The other Ga-Koronan ships followed suit, arranging into a wedge formation. Across the bay, the Kra-Matoran also gathered, with a cloud of rapid strike craft providing a screen around the motherships. As the distance between the two strike forces lessened, the disk launchers opened up. A volley of heavy metal disks fired from the Ga-Koronans was soon followed by return fire from the enemy. The air was full of the sound of metal on metal as the shots bounced off of hulls and decks. The boats were less than half a kio away now, and the Cordak turret began to slowly turn, putting its sights on a nearby enemy ship. When it fired, the whole ship shook, and the sound emanating from it made Kwynn think the engine’s had exploded. Where there had been a Kra-Matoran attack boat before, there were only splinters and timbers now. More ammunition for the turret was hoisted to its perch via a crane as Kwynn and Hoku made their way to the bow. The dozen or so remaining ships seemed unbothered by the sudden obliteration of their sister ship, and were still bearing down hard on the Ga-Koronans. “What is your plan?” Hoku asked as they stood on the Artakha’s prow. Kwynn pointed to the encroaching enemy vessels. “I need to get over there. Can you make ice platforms out of the water for me to jump across?” Hoku looked between her and the enemy, calculating the distance in his head. For the first time, something that looked like uncertainty appeared on his face. “I-I think so,” he said finally, the cool confidence he displayed everywhere else markedly absent. “Listen, I know your abilities aren’t as developed as ours, but I just need some way to get over there, any way. I know you can do it,” she said encouragingly. Hoku nodded, saying “Are footholds enough? They won’t be very big but I think that's all I can do.” Kwynn thought it over for a moment before nodding back. She pointed to her Kanohi Calix before remarking, “a tiny foothold will be more than enough. The Kra-Matoran will try to board the ship, it's up to you to protect the Ga-Matoran.” Without another word, the Toa of Lightning climbed onto the railing enclosing the bow and prepared to jump. Her mask began to glow as Hoku concentrated. Within a few moments, icy pillars began to rise up out of the ocean, forming a frozen path to the nearest Kra-Matoran ship. The footholds were no bigger than a Kanoka disk, and with several bios between them. It had to be enough. “Go, now!” Hoku yelled. Kwynn leapt from the deck, gracefully landing on the first foothold. She jumped from platform to platform, her mask affording her the dexterity needed to make each landing look easy. As she neared the strike craft, however, the Artakha’s main gun fired again, the rolling thunder of its report shaking the flagship and causing Hoku’s concentration to wane ever so slightly. It was enough to cause Kwynn’s next jump to falter, her footing nearly lost as the icy platform began to disintegrate. Hoku struggled to regain control, afraid he might have to watch his comrade drown. The other platforms sank, and Hoku cursed himself for being such a novice Toa. Just before the waters claimed her, Kwynn was able to make a shaky jump from the melting ice onto the deck of the nearest torpedo boat. Hoku sighed in relief before regaining his composure. She better find another way back over here, because that is not happening again. Lightning arced between Kwynn’s daggers as she struck at the nearest Kra-Matoran. The jolt of electricity sent the shadowy sailor flying overboard. Another one of the Matoran swung at the Toa, but only struck empty air as she gracefully dodged the attack. The raider was sent to deck by a bolt of lightning that erupted from the tip of Kwynn’s blade, paralyzed as electricity coursed through his body. Kwynn drew her bow and aimed an arrow at the boat’s engine, letting fly an arrow saturated with elemental lightning. There was a flash as the engine exploded, spreading fiery fuel across the waves and leaving the boat dead in the water. Satisfied, Kwynn leapt to the next boat aided by her mask, landing perfectly on the speeding ship’s railing. An arc of energy sent the boat’s three crewmen into the water, allowing Kwynn to take stock of the situation. Between her efforts and the Ga-Matoran firepower, there were about six enemy light ships still in the fight. However, the motherships were still launching more, faster than the fleet could sink them. The latest wave of strike craft looked to be carrying boarding parties. Leida had said that he would handle the heavier craft, but Kwynn saw an opportunity to give him some much-needed help. She took the helm of the boat she had just cleared, pulling her hard to port. Soon the boat was completely turned around, with the trio of enemy cruisers less than a hundred bios away. Kwynn put the closest one in her sights and armed the torpedoes, sending a pair of them hurtling toward the Kra-Matoran vessel. There was no time to react; a pair of explosions rocked the mothership, leaving two sizable holes in the cruiser’s deck. In moments, the stricken ship began to list heavily. As Kwynn piloted away from the sinking hulk she saw the Ga-Matoran ships rapidly advancing, moving to encircle the raiders. The battle was going well, with the fleet still at full strength. She got the sense that the Kra-Matoran were not expecting them at De-Koro. A decisive victory here could be just what they needed. She looked back at the Artakha; a squadron of boarding vessels were rounding on it. The crew would have its hands full soon. Good luck, Hoku. The sounds of battle drew closer and closer as Akarius sprinted through the abandoned harbor. Commodore Feria lagged behind him a bit, her shorter legs making it harder for her to keep up with the Toa even when running at full tilt. As soon as word had reached them of the Kra-Matoran attack, they had broken off their meeting with the elder of De-Koro and made for the port. There had been no information on the size of the strike force, only that raiders had been spotted and that the Ga-Matoran were engaging them. If we catch them off guard, maybe we can force a retreat. We can have them lead us right to their headquarters. It was a lofty goal, but first victory needed to be assured. The pair finally reached the end of the docks, where the flash of cannons illuminated the battle through the smoke and fog. Even through the haze, Akarius could see the Artakha, wreathed in smoke as its main gun fired volley after volley at the raiders. The flagship was swarmed by smaller boats from which Kra-Matoran marines climbed aboard Artakha’s deck. “They’re attacking the flagship,” Akarius said to the Matoran commander, her cutlass already drawn, “We need to get out there and help!” “I can make ready one of the fishing boats, but it will take some time to reach the Artakha,” Feria said mournfully. “Who said anything about sailing there?” Akarius replied with a grin. He grabbed a hold of Feria as his mask began to glow. In an instant, they were aboard the flagship, with the sudden transition taking the commodore off guard. She stumbled to the deck before quickly regaining her sea legs. The scene around them was pure chaos; the Ga-Matoran sailors fought valiantly against the mutated boarders, but their unnatural strength was gradually proving too much for them. The fight would have been over long ago had it not been for the Toa of Ice; already, there were at least a dozen Kra-Matoran in various stages of freezing on the deck, all of them arranged in a neat circle around Hoku himself. The hunter was locked in combat with no less than six Kra-Matoran, while Kopa stalked around the edges of the fighting attacking any who showed signs of weakness. Akarius dashed to the aid of his brother, drawing his hammer as he closed the distance. A single blow from the weapon sent one boarder flying off the deck into the waters below. When Hoku saw that help had arrived, he doubled his efforts, disarming the closest combatant and demasking another two. Before they could react, the last two Kra-Matoran were encased in stone. Hoku took advantage of the lull in the fighting, leaning against the railing to catch his breath. Akarius took stock of the situation, realizing that the Toa of Lightning was absent. “Where’s Kwynn?” he asked, searching for her. “She’s taken the fight to the enemy,” explained Hoku, motioning towards the sinking wreck of the cruiser. Akarius nodded in understanding, obviously impressed by her handiwork. At the ship’s stern, the Cordak turret creaked as it turned its sights on one of the two remaining cruisers. Once again, the ship shuddered from its blast as it loosed another six rockets at the target. The shots must have hit something important, as the cruiser exploded in a massive fireball, splitting it in two and sending the halves to the depths in seconds. So amazing and terrible was the display that, for a moment, fighting on the deck stopped as both sides took in the devastation. Before its sister ship was even fully submerged, the last cruiser turned hard, making for the open waters. The smaller strike craft followed, fleeing the battle. Seeing all was lost, the Kra-Matoran aboard the Artakha made for their own boats, trying to save themselves from capture. As the enemy fled, Akarius made his way to the helm, where Feria had taken over for the injured Lieutenant Leida. “Commodore, we have to follow the enemy. If we were going to find their headquarters anytime, it would be today,” the Toa said, hoping she would agree. “Aye, you’re right. Full steam ahead! Tail the cruiser, let her take us to where she roosts!” Barked the commodore to the remaining crewmen. The ship was abuzz as it pulled ahead of the rest of the fleet, falling in behind the fleeing Kra-Matoran. As they left the harbor, one of the smaller strike craft approached the Artakha’s port. At its helm was Kwynn, who pulled up beside the larger ship and climbed aboard. Her arrival was heralded by a cheer from the Matoran aboard, who had seen her singlehandedly disable the first cruiser. Before anything else was said, she asked, “Are we giving chase?” Akarius nodded. “We’ll see where they lead us. With any luck, we can put an end to this.” The Toa of Stone walked away, heading to the bridge to consult with the Commodore. As he left, Kwynn felt Hoku’s gaze on her. The two shared a look, although Kwynn couldn’t tell if it was combative or apologetic. Before anything was said, Hoku simply nodded her way before turning to tend to Kopa. Kwynn shook her head, annoyed by the Toa of Ice’s antics but relieved that he seemed to be assured of her loyalty for now. Yet, she felt like he might have had a point. Akarius and the others deserve to know the truth. But are we ready for the consequences? 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  9. Chapter 16 The sounds of the jungle at night were something Captain Hirik had never truly gotten used to. The former De-Matoran could acutely hear almost everything happening around him after all, his hearing not dampened by the Master’s mutations. Even after over a month of fighting deep in the Le-Wahi forest as commander of the Kra-Matoran strike force, the various growls and gurgles that emanated from the impenetrable trees still put him off. Yet, he wasn’t afraid of devouring predators or strange beasts. On the contrary, he welcomed the Rahi of the jungle; more soldiers for his army. Although the encampment itself was mostly still as darkness fell, there was stirring on the side of the camp closest to the river. Even in the lowlight, Hirik could make out the rippling purple armor of the Masrahk, Rahkshi of Rahi Control. When the strike force had clashed with the Vine Striders at Yeraa Lake, all but one of their Rahkshi had been knocked out. However, this had proven to be a boon to the Kra-Matoran. The Kraata from the incapacitated Rahkshi had been recovered, as had the masks of the fallen Matoran. This, alongside the efforts of the quartermaster to turn any spare piece of protodermis into a Kanohi, gave the captain a nigh unlimited supply of masks to infect with the Master’s influence. This, combined with the Masrahk’s ability to lure Rahi to the camp, meant that the Kra-Matoran could fight the Le-Koronans without ever leaving the safety of the encampment. They could stall here until reinforcements arrived, and begin their campaign anew. The Vine Striders were too weak to mount a counter-offensive, so even if the camp was discovered it wouldn’t matter. Hirik approached the Rahkshi, unperturbed by its monstrous appearance. If it perceived him at all it didn’t show it. It stood by the hastily erected Rahi pens still as a statue, waiting until a new arrival answered its call. In the enclosures was a veritable menagerie of beasts, all under the control of the Master. At least a dozen Tarakava, a trio of juvenile Muaka, and a single very angry Kane-Ra. Probably the most advantageous find was a Nui-Rama queen, who had brought her entire hive along with her. As drones constructed a new nest near the camp, a swarm of Rama defended the strike force from aerial attack. Sitting by the door to the enclosures was a pile of shoddily forged Kanohi, through which a handful of Kraata slithered, infecting any mask they touched. Captain Hirik smiled under his Rau. The plan was coming together. Reinforcements may not even be necessary; once the hive was complete, the Nui Rama could be used to launch attacks directly on Le-Koro, grinding down the Vine Striders even further and eventually leaving it open for attack. If they could pull it off, Hirik would be regarded as the greatest of the Master’s servants. He may even eclipse Kulu’s rising star. As Hirik pondered the honors he would receive, a horn blew from the center of the camp. It had come from the watchtower erected on the hill the camp had been built around, where a guard was posted night and day. If they were sounding the alarm, it could only mean trouble. Hirik dashed towards the lookout to see what was the matter, but his sensitive ears told him what it was before he reached it. Beating wings, much slower than the thrum of Rama wings. It could only be Kahu birds; the Vine Striders were here. Hirik turned his head skyward and saw them approaching, diving down on them from the east. The Nui-Rama had already begun to engage them As the camp began to rouse, Hirik raised the alarm himself, preparing for battle. Ivith had yelled something, but the sound was lost in the din of battle around Inix as their Kahu bird dipped and dodged attacks from the swarming Nui-Rama. In less than a day the Toa of Fire had gone from having never left the ground to flying in the midst of a furious dogfight. He barely ducked beneath the swinging claw of Rama that had come too close for comfort, holding on for dear life as the bird rolled to avoid another strike. Inix had always known that being a Toa would mean risking his life, but this is hardly what he signed up for. His head began throbbing, and Inix realized that he had been using his Pakari to maintain an iron grip on the bird’s saddle. Ivith cocked his head back and spoke again. “I said, join in the fight any time you want, fire spitter.” Inix was about to offer a rebuttal, but decided the Kahu pilot was better off not being distracted anymore than necessary. Instead, he responded by launching bolts of flame at the giant wasps streaking past him. One connected, sending the burned Rahi hurtling to the ground. The other Vine Striders let fly with disks from their saddle-mounted launchers, while in the distance, Inix saw Voti’s signature vines reaching out and smacking the Rama out of the air. Far below, Inix saw the Kra-Matoran encampment, illuminated by dots of light. The battle in the sky seemed to be going well, as the cloud of Nui-Rama became thinner and thinner. Inix was about to ask Ivith to take them groundside so they could begin to take on the Kra-Matoran base itself when a dark shape flew past them. Much larger than a Rama, the attacker revealed itself to be a Nui-Kopen, wearing one of the same tainted masks that Voti had found. Its insectoid body twisted and rolled in the air, drawing closer and closer to the pair. Before Inix could shoot it down, it slammed its considerable weight into their Kahu, sending both insect and bird falling to the surface. Even in the night sky, Voti could see Inix and Ivith’s Kahu hurtling to the ground. Without hesitating she grabbed Julus’ shoulder and pointed him towards the stricken bird. The Vine Strider wordlessly winged his own Kahu towards the falling pair, the hawk tucking its wings in an arrow shape to maximize speed. Even so, Inix and Ivith were falling too fast to catch up to; within seconds they would crash through the canopy of trees and into certain death. Voti racked her mind, trying to think of a solution. She was about to throw a vine at the two as a last ditch attempt to save them when two bursts of flame erupted from below the Kahu. Its motion arrested slightly, just enough to breach the canopy at a safe speed. Just before they disappeared into the sea of trees, Voti saw Inix standing on the Kahu’s back, the twin jets of fire continuing to pour from his hands. Seeing they were safe, Julus pulled out of the steep dive, barely avoiding a similar fate as he nosed back towards the ongoing battle. “What should we do?” He shouted, not taking his eyes off the spectacle in front of them. “Inix can handle himself, we need to make sure the other Vine Striders are safe,” Voti replied, loosing a flurry of perforating thorns at an incoming Rama. The battle in the sky would soon be won. After that, they could turn groundside and help Inix reduce the encampment. A concentrated ground assault wouldn’t be safe until the enemy’s air power was broken. Keep Inix safe, Ivith, thought Voti as she prepared another attack. She wouldn’t be able to face the other Toa if something were to happen to him. A wave of heat and the sound of roaring flame broke Ivith out of his stupor. He was still strapped into to his Kahu saddle and could feel the grounded hawk’s labored breaths under him. Several bios to the right was the Toa of Fire, fighting for his life against no less than six Tarakava. Even more worrying was what Inix was not currently engaged with; a Muaka, stalking around the tangle of lizard and Toa, waiting for a chance to strike. None of the Rahi had noticed his presence yet; all were fixated on the fiery warrior. Ivith knew he had to help, but how? A single Tarakava was more than a match for a Matoran. Six of them plus a Muaka would be a suicidal effort. He wheeled around, looking for some sort of weapon packed along the Kahu’s saddle bags when his head nearly bumped into a metal object directly behind him. He straightened his Miru and looked up at the object; it was the saddle-mounted disc launcher that his Kahu had been equipped with. Most of the time, his second would have been operating it throughout the battle, but the Toa had ignored the disks in favor of his powers; the launcher was still fully loaded. The launcher was rapid fire and magazine fed. He could take a significant amount of heat off of the Toa with it. Acting quickly, Ivith unstrapped himself from the front seat of the saddle and hopped over the disk launcher. He swiveled it on its mount and lined up one of the Tarakava in his sights. “Toa, watch out!” he cried. Inix looked back before dropping to ground. The Tarakava buffeting him were about to pounce when the air was suddenly filled with disks. Two of the lizards were incapacitated instantly, while the others were forced to move back to escape the hail of projectiles. This gave Inix a golden opportunity to strike back, as he sprung from his covered position and shot two tongues of flame from both hands. The fire blasted the tainted masks off two more Tarakava, while the other two tried to retaliate against the Toa. These final two fell under a continued burst from Ivith’s disk launcher. With the six Tarakava dispatched, Inix took a moment to breath. Ivith raised his hands and yelped a cheer, a sentiment echoed by the Toa’s warm smile. The celebration was cut short, however, by the sound of heavy footfalls. Out of the woods lumbered the Muaka, who had ceased stalking the battlefield and was now on the warpath. Inix girded himself for combat once more, hefting his spear in a defensive position. However, the great tiger had no interest in the Toa. Instead, it began bounding towards the downed Kahu, intent on ripping the Vine Strider from his mount. Ivith squeezed the disk launcher’s trigger, only to hear a dull click. The Muaka was growing closer and closer, and Ivith fumbled with a new magazine, desperately trying to reload the launcher. Soon, the distance became only a few bios, and the Muaka leaped at Ivith as Inix launched a fireball at the tiger. All Ivith saw was the Muaka’s jaws illuminated by orange flame as they began to close around him. Metal clanged on metal and the roars of wild Rahi filled the camp as Voti made her way through the tents and structures of the Kra-Matoran outpost. With the battle above won, the Vine Striders began the second phase of the plan, offloading foot soldiers from their Kahu to capture the encampment. Julus led the hawk riders in providing cover for them, and had already proved instrumental in dealing with the crazed Rahi the Kra-Matoran used. Two Muaka and a handful of Tarakava had already been freed from the influence of the corrupted masks, although more soon replaced the casualties. The few Kra-Matoran that remained of the strike force were little match to the Vine Striders, and victory seemed to be inevitable. Voti, however, cared little for the strategic gains of capturing the camp. She was only worried about finding her friend. “Inix!” She called, trying to raise her voice over the sound of fighting around her. “Inix! Ivith!” She knew that the duo had fallen close to the river, to the east of the camp. She just hoped she could get to them before the Kra-Matoran did, or worse, the Rahi. Her search brought her to the edge of the outpost, where a large array of cages and pens had been rapidly constructed. To her left was a pile of objects that could have been Kanohi masks. They exuded a similar aura to the mask she had taken from the Tarakava earlier that day. Unease filled her, only growing when she saw slug-like creatures slithering through the eye and mouth holes of the masks, tainting them as they went. The Toa managed to tear her attention away from the pile, forging on through the pens. She noticed all of the cages were empty, their doors hanging open. These Rahi would’ve been attacking the Vine Strider patrols, or maybe even Le-Koro. They all had to be freed from the masks if true victory over the Kra-Matoran was to be achieved. Soon, she came to the eastern end of the monster pens, and saw that not all of the cages were empty. Occupying the last cage was a hulking Kane-Ra, rage evident in its crimson eyes. Standing in front of the cage was a single Kra-Matoran and a purple armored Rahkshi. The Rahkshi’s staff was leveled at the Toa, and the Kra-Matoran had his hand on the latch to the cage door, ready to release the bull if provoked. “That’s far enough, Toa,” said Captain Hirik, his rage barely disguised, “One move and I’ll open this cage and let the Kane-Ra deal with you, assuming the Rahkshi hasn’t gotten you first.” Voti stopped, more to buy time than because of the threat posed by the Matoran. “Drop the shield,” barked the Kra-Matoran. She did as he said, her metal shield clanging loudly as it hit the ground. Her eyes darted around, looking for ways to avert the situation. She could deal with the bull Rahi, but it would be just another obstacle between her and finding Inix. “The mask too. Take it off and throw it away.” Voti silently cursed. This one knew what he was doing. She slowly raised her hands to her Kakama and removed it. She felt her power immediately decrease. It was said that a Toa’s abilities were cut in half without their mask. It looked like they were about to find out. The Kra-Matoran captain was as stone faced as ever. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. I take your mask and your weapons. You and your Vine Strider friends get to go home with your lives, and my soldiers will be allowed to leave Le-Wahi safely. We’re taking your Toa friend with us. Insurance, if you will.” Voti’s stomach dropped. Did they have Inix? What about Ivith? “Do we have a deal?” The Toa of the Green’s mind raced, split between trying to keep her composure and formulating a plan. She had an idea, but would only have one shot to pull it off. Any mistake and the Kane-Ra would be let loose to rampage through the camp. She took a breath and focused the small bit of power she had left, discreetly sprouting a plant beneath her mask a few bios away. She just needed to buy a few seconds more. “Well?” asked Hirik, his hand still closed tightly around the latch. “I want proof that Inix is alive before I agree to this,” she said resolutely, trying not to betray her focus on the mask. Whether or not Inix was captured was irrelevant now. She just needed to stall him for a moment more. The captain seemed to be trying to think of an answer. The request must have taken him off guard. “You’ll just have to take me at my word. You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to your friend, wouldn’t you?” Voti tried to stay as calm as possible, although the captain’s smugness made it difficult. She just needed a few more seconds. “Last chance, Toa,” growled Hirik, beginning to unlatch the cage. Inside, the Kane-Ra readied to charge. The Rahkshi remained motionless, its staff still aimed at Voti’s chest. The small sprout under the mask was ready. It was now or never. “No, it’s your last chance.” It was done. With a stomp, a tree shot from the ground instantaneously, sending her mask flying. Voti dashed towards it, trying to line herself up with the mask of speed’s trajectory. Her burst of motion had caught the Kra-Matoran off guard, but the Rahkshi managed to send a flash of energy crackling where she had been a moment before. Luckily, her calculations had been correct. The mask impacted her face, magnetically attaching. As her power returned, she activated the Kakama and started running towards the cage. The world slowed to a standstill around her as she did, and Voti realized she was going to pull it off. Hirik had not yet opened the cage, and even the Rahkshi couldn’t match the Kakama’s speed. She ran to the cage, aiming a punch at the captain’s hand while ripping his Rau off with one swift motion. She sent a blow to the Rahkshi’s midsection, causing a small forest of vines and branches to explode from its armor. When Voti deactivated her mask, Hirik fell to the ground with a cry of pain, cradling his broken hand. The slug-like Kraata managed to worm its way out of the tiny jungle that had sprung up inside its armor, but didn’t make it far before Voti crushed it under foot. From there it was easy to unmask the Kane-Ra, causing its rage to subside. Voti opened the cage, allowing the confused creature to run off into the woods. With the situation defused, Voti returned to her original objective. Here, on the edge of the camp, she should be close to the place where Inix and Ivith had landed. “Inix? Ivith?” She called into the forest. “Voti?” a voice cried back. Her heart leapt. “Where are you?” she said, running into the forest, “I’m coming for you!” She ran after the voice, eventually starting to see the telltale signs of battle; scorched trees and flattened brush. Suddenly, she came out into a clearing, where Ivith’s bird had landed. The hole their Kahu had punched through the canopy allowed a single beam of moonlight to illuminate the scene. The Kahu was dead, and was surrounded by the incapacitated bodies of several Tarakava. Lying to the right of the Kahu was the still-smoking body of a Muaka. At the center of it all was Inix, cradling something in his arms. As Voti came closer, she saw what the object he was holding was, and she felt the ground fall out from beneath her. In Inix’s arm was the motionless form of Ivith. His heartlight was dim, and his eyes were shut. In the distance, a cry of victory came up from the camp. Voti didn’t hear it, however. It all seemed kios away as she ran to aid her friends. http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/29951-the-volara-cycle-review-topic/
  10. Chapter 15 The Elan Shoals were quite serene as morning began to break over the horizon. A small forest of reeds demarcated where land ended and sea began. Tide pools, teeming with scores of tiny shellfish, pockmarked the sandy beach. The sound of rhythmic waves made Kwynn think of her home, Tren Krom, though these shoals were that of an island paradise. Her home? More reminiscent of a hostile wasteland. She spent her early life evading bloodthirsty Rahi and searching for ever diminishing food sources. Becoming a Toa was her ticket off the island, so when the opportunity presented itself, she seized it. Coming to Volara-Nui had been quite a paradigm shift for her. She found herself attached to it, seeing it as much more of a home than the Northern Continent had ever been. Although Kwynn’s reason for coming here was to spy for Krakua, she found herself more and more placing that objective as secondary to protecting her newfound home. For the first time in her life, Kwynn felt like she had a purpose. She finally found a suitable spot, sitting down among the reeds as the tide receded and advanced around her. A small shore turtle kept her company as she sought contact with Krakua. This time, she quickly felt her surroundings melt away and reform into what looked like a ruined cityscape. An acrid fog hung over the smashed buildings, and a jungle of webs was strung between the husks. Krakua was standing in what looked like the remains of a square, appraising a street sign that read Le-Metru Residential District. The Toa of Sonics turned and saw that he had a visitor. He nodded a greeting before walking to the apparition before him. “What is this place?” Kwynn asked, looking around at the wreckage of the city. “It’s what’s left of Metru-Nui,” Krakua answered, “Before you ask, no I can’t tell you why I’m here.” Kwynn wondered if he was ever not on Order business. “We’re in Ga-Koro again. We helped liberate Ko-Koro, but it doesn’t feel like we’re truly making a difference. Stomping out raiding parties here and there helps, but the enemy’s main force evades us. It seems like they’re always one step ahead. We’re not even entirely sure who we’re fighting.” Kwynn’s statement was half report and half appeal for information. She could only hope that Krakua was obliging. He nodded, but seemed apprehensive. There was a sound in the distance, and Krakua’s attention shot to the source. He scanned the area, eyes darting in every direction. A nervous hand rested on his sword hilt. Something had him on edge. Finally, when he was sure the coast was clear, he spoke. “There is something I can tell you, but right now it’s only speculation. Even then, there are some in the Order that wish it would remain secret,” Krakua said. He drew closer to her and lowered his voice, as if those Order members were listening right now. “What do you know of the Makuta?” Kwynn paused, thinking of what little she had heard. “Only what I’ve heard back on the peninsula, in the legends about Gorast,” she responded. In Tren Krom, the name Gorast was one spoken in equal parts reverence and fear. Some myths had her as a monster slayer, appearing from nowhere to kill massive Rahi in single combat (and, sometimes, turning her rage on any witnesses to the encounter). Others said that she was a shapeshifter, taking different forms to strike bargains with the hapless Matoran. Many said she wasn’t real, but even they watched their backs at night, and were wary of any kindly stranger they met on the road. “Well, all those legends from back home were true, along with even more that didn’t make it into the stories,” said Krakua, “Apparently every island of note has a Makuta watching over it, in theory to protect the Matoran when the Toa are absent. They’ve always been insular, rarely interacting with those not of their kind. For the longest time, most in the Order refused to trust them. It seems they were right to be cautious.” Krakua looked deadly serious, and his words carried a grave weight to them. “The incident that started all this mess, the cataclysm, was touched off by a battle between a team of Toa and the Makuta of Metru-Nui. The Makuta was defeated, for now at least, but there’s been a flurry of reports of violence all over the place since then. A horde of Visorak in the city, an invasion of the Northern Continent, and now an all-out war on Volara-Nui. If there’s one being that I’d say is behind all of the island’s troubles, it’s the local Makuta.” Kwynn tried to wrap her mind around all of what Krakua was saying. What could be so important about Volara-Nui to warrant this much violence? If there were Makuta everywhere, what chance did they stand against them? How could she keep this information secret from the others? It was all too much. For a moment, she almost lost her focus on the psychic link. Krakua’s image shuddered and nearly faded before she regained her concentration. Finally, she spoke. “Do you know anything about the local Makuta then?” Krakua nodded, and she wondered if he was reading her thoughts. She suddenly felt... vulnerable. “Only what was in the records. During the League War millennia ago, the Makuta led an army to conquer the island from Takadox, the old Toa Volara among them. They were victorious, although it was a bloody affair. Half of Takadox’s Matoran forces were killed, and the other half seemingly disappeared without a trace. Afterwards the island was resettled by new Matoran, and the Toa Volara stayed as protectors. The rest is history as they say. The only other entry about the Makuta is that he had assembled another Toa Team to act as his bodyguards, but even they disappear from history completely. No names, or anything.” It wasn’t much, but it still managed to raise more questions than answers. Did the Turaga know about the Makuta? What about this second Toa Team? “I still don’t understand why this is all happening,” Kwynn said. “You’re not the only one,” replied Krakua, “All that seems certain is that this is just one front of a war that spans the world. The Order is all on edge. They don’t want the Makuta to gain too much ground, but they also don’t want to play their hand too early. It’s a staring contest, and now it’s just about waiting for the other side to blink first. As for Volara-Nui, we’ll try to help as much as we can, but we can’t do anything that could jeopardize the Order’s secrecy.” Kwynn sighed deeply, fearing that they’d be on their own if the Order decided that it was strategically necessary. Still, it wouldn’t be Krakua’s fault. It was getting late, and her report had already gone on for far too long. The other Toa would be missing her. “Thank you, Krakua,” she said, trying not to betray the creeping hopelessness she felt. “Be careful, Kwynn,” he interjected, concern leaking into his voice, “If you come across this Makuta, don’t try to fight them. They’re extremely powerful, and won’t hesitate to kill all of you. Even a full Toa Team might not be enough.” His face was stern, but there was worry in his eyes. Kwynn nodded in affirmation, trying to center herself so she could face her team. “If that’s all, then I should be going. We’re supposed to be meeting with Turaga Yara,” Kwynn said. Krakua nodded before turning back to what he was doing. Kwynn slowly removed her focus from the psychic link. “Be safe, Kwynn.” Hoku knelt beside Kopa, as they stood alongside Akarius in Turaga Yara’s hut. The panther Rahi had a wriggling fish clamped tightly in its jaws, proudly displaying the kill to its master. Hoku scratched behind the cat’s ears as it swallowed the Ruki whole, before snapping back to the conversation at hand. The Toa were discussing with Yara and Commodore Feria, the leader of the Ga-Matoran naval militia. Akarius was pitching his plan of stationing a strike force at the De-Koro port to act as both a defensive measure and as a scouting party to find the origin of the enemy’s attacks. As they spoke, Kwynn entered. Her lateness had not gone unnoticed, but Akarius did not seem too perturbed by it. He simply gave her a nod as she entered and continued speaking. Hoku was inclined to be more suspicious of her. Even in the short time with the Toa Volara, he’d noticed her short dalliances away from the party. She said she was meditating, which was believable. It was said that Toa could gain powerful abilities from meditating, like foresight and other portents. However, if Kwynn had mastered any of these abilities in her frequent stints of meditation, she did not make any appreciable use or mention of it. The others seemed to see Kwynn as an enigma; a strong warrior, capable friend, but wrapped in an unforgiving aura of unknowing. While they were willing to forgive it, Hoku was unable to shake it. He felt Kopa move surreptitiously through his legs, and found himself reminded why he spent more time with Rahi than other Matoran. “Simply put, we can’t embark on any serious counter-offensive until we find where the enemy makes his headquarters. I know that the naval militia is hard-pressed for manpower at the moment, but if all of us are sitting and waiting for the enemy to attack first we won’t be long for this world.” Akarius’ final appeal seemed to land with the Turaga and the Commodore. Feria, who seemed quite gung-ho about taking the fight to the enemy, placed a hand on her cutlass as she spoke up. “Toa, I agree with you. While it's the Turaga’s final say on whether we move out or not, I can tell you that my sailors are eager to be on the offensive for a change.” Despite Feria’s keenness for combat, it was clear there was some bitterness behind her words as well. After all, it seemed that the Ga-Matoran navy was the only thing protecting Volara-Nui from a full-scale invasion, and that mantle doesn’t come without heavy losses. Where Feria spoke with eagerness, Turaga Yara spoke with caution, the voice of one who had seen enough war for a lifetime; “Your plan isn’t without risks, Toa. However, I must agree with you. The Matoran of Volara-Nui won’t see the sunrise of peacetime without risks, unfortunately.” She adjusted her blue Kanohi Rode, something Hoku surmised was a nervous gesture. “I will approve your plan. Commodore, take Lieutenant Leida’s task force with the Toa to De-Koro. You’ll need to seek the approval of the local elected elder, but if you explain the plan to them as well as you did to us, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble.” Akarius nodded his thanks to the Turaga, and that was that. Commodore Feria accompanied the Toa as they left the hut, stepping out into the main square of Ga-Koro. The seaside village was propped up on stilts for the most part, with buildings situated several bios above the waterline. Millennia of seasonal floods teaches people to be cautious. The streets were lined with Ga-Matoran selling their wares, offering boat rides, or hauling the catch of the day in bulging nets. It was nearly noon as the Commodore led the trio of Toa down to the Ukira Marina, where the majority of the fleet was docked. Feria was stout, carrying herself with the confidence of one who had seen many battles. There was a certain loping quality to her gait, the sea legs of an experienced sailor. Her bright blue Huna was pockmarked with scratches and dents, itself a visual record of her veterancy. They passed another Matoran on the way, who snapped off a salute to Feria as she strode by. “As you were, Lieutenant,” Feria said as she returned the gesture. Lieutenant Leida fell in with the group, his expression neutral as Feria explained the situation to him. As they drew closer to the docks, Hoku could see the outlines of the nimble ships that made up the bulk of the force. Built from wood and protodermis and powered by motors imported from Metru-Nui, each ship carried an impressive arsenal of heavy disk launchers and rock throwers. At the center was the largest ship, what looked to be a converted yacht. No less than six disk launchers peeked out over the ship’s deck, but even these were dwarfed by the revolving cannon mounted on a turret at the stern of the ship. Emblazoned in gold text on the side was the word Artakha. “Quite the arsenal on that big one,” remarked Hoku, indicating the flagship. Feria positively beamed at the comment. “That’s the Artakha. The disk launchers are all from Metru-Nui. The big cannon we bought from a Vortixx trader some time ago. It took nearly our whole budget that year to pay for it, but it was worth it. They call it a Cordak blaster. Let me tell you, it lives up to the name.” The Toa’s journey so far had already taken Hoku farther away from his home than he’d ever been, yet it didn’t really sink in until he laid eyes on the Ga-Koro Navy. It was quite a step up from hunting Rahi with sticks in the frozen wilderness. “Leida,” said Feria, “Muster the sailors. We embark at dusk.” Voti followed the meandering flight of a tiny Rama with her eyes as she sat on the outskirts of Le-Koro, watching it fly seemingly aimlessly with curiosity. She held out her hand, conjuring a brightly colored wildflower from her palm. The Rama landed on its petals, extending a proboscis that sipped from the flower’s nectar. Voti smiled softly as the insectoid Rahi flew away, in search of more flowers to sample. The Toa of the Green looked back at the village behind her. It seemed that even the upbeat Le-Koronans could not escape the somber shroud of war, as no music could be heard emanating from the bamboo structures. The reception for the two Toa had exemplified this feeling. When Akarius had arrived in Le-Koro, a raucous celebration had been thrown. For Voti and Inix, the beleaguered village could only manage a few hours of song and mirth. There was little time for festivities when the enemy was at the doorstep. When they had arrived on the backs of Ivith and Julus’ Kahu, Turaga Serus had filled the Toa in on the current situation. At the outbreak of hostilities, a sizable force of Kra-Matoran had entered Le-Wahi with the intent of besieging the village. The Vine Striders met them at Yeraa Lake, winning a pyrrhic victory against the shadowy foe. Afterwards, the remaining Kra-Matoran had bled away into the forest, leading the Le-Koronans to think they were gone for good. However, it wasn’t long before the Rahi attacks had begun, driven mad by some force. The Kra-Matoran were still out there, and still bent on achieving their initial objective. Now that the Toa had arrived, the Vine Striders could make their counterattack. A wing of Gukko-borne scouts were afield at that moment looking for signs of the enemy encampment. Now it was just a game of waiting. Voti pushed herself up and started back toward the village. The square was abuzz as she approached, but the attention was not directed at her. Inix was at the center of a small mob of Matoran who were asking him all sorts of things, like what Ta-Koro was like or how far he could shoot fire. One teal-colored Bo-Matoran called out to him, asking how strong his Pakari made him. Voti couldn’t help but laugh as the normally regimented Toa of Fire was besieged by the eager Le-Koronans. “Even in times so dour, the Matoran of our fair village can find the joy in things,” said a voice from behind her. She turned to see the noble figure of Turaga Serus standing to her right. “It’s what I’ve missed most about this place,” Voti responded, her eyes spotting a small worm inching its way across the tree under their feet, “Even in the toughest times, Le-Koro knows how to have a good time.” Voti crouched down, placing her hand in the worm’s path so that it crawled over and onto it. She turned her over and over as the caterpillar’s tiny legs moved rhythmically across it. After a moment she placed it back on the ground, where it continued its journey. Serus wasn’t paying attention. He was looking off into the distance, at the horizon that lay far beyond the trees of Le-Wahi. “Not long after we first settled Volara-Nui, when the twin villages of Le-Koro and Bo-Haro were new, a great storm ravaged our portion of the island, coming from the waters northeast of here. The lower levels of the jungle were flooded, turning it into a swamp, and many branches of the great tree were thrown off, destroying large sections of the village,” began Turaga Serus. It was a story that Voti had heard before. All of the other villages had come to Le-Koro’s aid, rebuilding the shattered village. Serus didn’t often speak of the early days of the island’s history. “At the time, I thought it was the worst thing that could happen to Le-Koro. How dearly I wish that was still the case.” There was something odd about Serus’s tone, a hint of some wayward feeling. Was it simple sadness? It almost seemed like guilt to Voti. Before she could inquire about it, Voti remembered something she had meant to ask the Turaga. She fished in her pack, before her hands brushed against the pitted surface of the corrupted Kakama she had collected from the Tarakava. She pulled it out, its aura instantly causing her to become tense. Serus seemed discomfited, but not unfamiliar with the object. “When Inix and I were making our way through Le-Wahi, a crazed Tarakava attacked us. It was wearing this mask, and when we knocked it off, it went back to normal. I was wondering if you knew anything about it?” Voti asked. The Turaga’s eyes appraised the thing, the slightest hint of fear scrawled across his face. “I have seen these, in my days as a Toa. It’s been infected by some darkness, allowing our enemy to control those who wear it. Things like these are dangerous, I’d advise you to destroy any you come across. If the Kra-Matoran are using these, then that would certainly explain the increase in Rahi attacks,” Serus said. Voti held the mask in front of her, staring into its empty eyeholes. Somewhere, deep in her mind, a voice scratched at her psyche, goading her to don the tainted mask. The Toa shook her head, banishing the thoughts and manifesting roots within the mask that grew rapidly, splitting it into pieces. As the shards of the mask fell to the jungle floor far below, a primordial fear welled up inside her as she recalled the voice, wondering how many would heed the Kanohi’s call. The feeling only lasted a second before a cheer came up from the crowd of Matoran in the square, drawing their attention. Livik, the taphouse owner, had brought out a barrel of mok-mok, and the Matoran entreated Inix to share in the drink. The Toa warily took a wooden cup and was the first to fill it under the barrel’s tap. He brought the cup to his lips, and a surprised look struck his face at the drink’s sweet taste. A wave of laughter overtook the Matoran as Inix downed the rest of it and cups were distributed among the crowd. Voti chuckled at the display as Inix finally managed to extricate himself from the mob. He joined his teammate and the Turaga “So this is the Le-Koro hospitality I hear so much about,” Inix said, taking a seat on the ground by his companion. It was clear he had never seen anything like this in his fiery home. The rugged Matoran south of the Lokavas were rarely this outwardly joyful. “This is a pale shadow of Le-Koro at its most hospitable, Toa,” Serus replied, placing a hand on Inix’s shoulder, “Return when this mess is over, and we will ensure you are given a proper celebration.” Suddenly, the thrumming sound of beating wings filled the air, and the shadow of a flight of gukko appeared off the western side of the great tree. The flight drew closer and closer, heading for the westside landing pad. The Toa and Turaga hurried to meet them, alongside a few of the Vine Striders who had stayed behind. As they reached the landing pad, the half dozen or so gukkos touched down, and their riders dismounted, led by Julus and Ivith. “We found them. A sizable camp a few dozen kios out on one of the Gakar tributaries. We would’ve gotten closer but there was a Nui-Rama swarm watching the skies,” reported Ivith, who had led the scouting party. The pair of Toa and Turaga shared a look. The time for merriment had reached its end. “Captain,” Serus addressed Ivith, “When can your combat squads be ready?” Ivith’s response came without hesitation. “Before nightfall, Turaga.” Serus nodded, responding solemnly “Gather the Vine Striders. Ensure they are prepared for war.” The glow of the forge was the only source of light as Vortidax carefully removed the blade he had been crafting from the fiery hearth. A mechanical bellows rhythmically pumped air into the furnace, causing a sharp hiss and crackle every few seconds. The Makuta had no need for tongs, as he felt no pain in the cold armorsuit. Instead he gently pulled the red-hot sword from the flames with his clawed hands and brought it to the anvil, where a hammer was waiting for him. The undertemple was soon filled with the sound of clanging as he hammered out the shape of a double-sided sword. Long and slender, the sword was made of a particularly pure vein of protodermis quarried from Onu-Koro. The material was durable and pliable, ideal for forging. The idea of a Makuta with a hobby was not an uncommon one. For most of Voritdax’s compatriots, these hobbies were of a less wholesome variety. A more common one was opening a creature up to see how it functioned (while it was still alive and conscious of course). All Makuta were scientists first after all, and quite inquisitive ones at that. For Vortidax, however, the ring of steel and the heat of the forge was enough. It allowed him to think more clearly, and offered a tangible reward at its end. Vortidax was known among the Brotherhood for his masterwork forging, something that shouldn’t be surprising considering he had been practicing for dozens of millennia. The reason the Makuta of Volara-Nui was at his forge today was because he was waiting for Kulu’s next report. The shadow Toa was at the head of the army marching on Ta-Koro, but progress had been slow. It was still expected to take several days to reach the village. Time was on Vortidax’s side, of course. The last external obstacle to his victory had been removed. Now he only needed to sweep away the resistance on the island. I’m coming for you, Nemick. You won’t be able to keep it from me for much longer. The hammer blows ceased as the sword’s shape was finally complete. Satisfied, Vortidax placed the glowing blade back into the furnace for finishing. Now was the time for waiting. It wouldn’t do to rush the process. Some time had passed, and Vortidax was now standing atop one of the spires of the temple complex. Dusk was beginning to fall, and he had decided to spend the rest of his day reading tomes from his extensive library. The reading for the night was from a dissertation by Makuta Mutran on the proliferation of Rahi species throughout the universe. His sword was nearing completion, so a break for the great Makuta was in order. As he read, his concentration was broken by a distant sound. He looked up from the stone tablet and saw an odd shape on the horizon, something that looked to be a great bat, flapping towards the temple. As it drew closer, Vortidax saw it was a mutated Kra-Matoran, one with large wings sprouting from its back. It quickly closed the distance and landed in front of Vortidax, prostrating itself respectfully. A messenger from the other Makuta, he surmised. “Rise. What is your message?” He asked suspiciously. He doubted any of the other Makuta would dare correspond with him while Icarax was in power. It must be some sort of ploy. “Your excellency, I bear a message from the illustrious Makuta Teridax, who has been freed from his internment on Metru-Nui.” If Vortidax had a stomach, it would have dropped at those words. Teridax was not only alive, but free? “What of Icarax?” He asked. Surely this was a trick to make him vulnerable. “The wastrel Icarax has been rebuked by Brother Teridax, and his invasion of the Northern Continent halted. Teridax has called for all Makuta to return to Destral in a week’s time for a convocation, whereupon new orders will be issued,” the messenger explained, “He has extended special considerations to you, great Vortidax, and welcomes you back to the order if you offer submission to him at the convocation.” It was a trap, Vortidax was sure of it. A trap constructed by Icarax would be preferable to Teridax’s return, however. Either one meant there was no way he would be returning to Destral. Ever since Teridax’s revelation of his plan to kill the Great Spirit and seize control of the Matoran Universe, Vortidax had dedicated his life to stopping him. It had taken millennia of lies and putting on appearances to gain Teridax’s trust, but a trip to Destral now would be far too great of a risk. Vortidax was too close to his goal to give all of it up now. He would return to the Brotherhood in time, but not without the Kanohi Impera in his possession. The Impera was the quarry he had been seeking for millennia, and it was the Impera that would give him final victory over Teridax. Yes, he would grace the convocation with his presence, and when he did, the other Makuta would bow to him, Teridax included. Teridax’s return brought with it a ticking clock, however. A duel with the Brotherhood’s leader would be suicidal without the power of the Impera. Vortidax’s quest must finish before the start of the convocation in a week’s time. The execution of the final plan must be sped up. “Your grace, if I could, is there a place for me to rest here? I have been flying for-” The messenger was interrupted by a bolt of lightning from Vortidax’s hand, reducing him to ashes. There would be no submission, no surrender to Teridax. It would not be Teridax seizing control of the universe, but Vortidax. The Kanohi Impera would ensure that. http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/29951-the-volara-cycle-review-topic/
  11. Chapter 14 A small school of Ruki fish swam playfully through the shallows as Akarius lounged by one of the many branches of the Gakar Delta. A few bios to his right, Kopa was crouched low to the ground, stalking a fishing bird that was bathing in the water. Not far was the cat’s master, the newly minted Toa Hoku. The Toa of Ice wasn’t paying attention to his companion’s antics, focusing on freezing and unfreezing water vapor in the air. The hunter seemed to be making a game of it, manifesting tiny crystals of ice at a point in the air and trying to melt them before they reached the ground. Ever since they had left Ko-Koro several days prior, he had been honing his powers, whether through sparring sessions with the other Toa or small, repeatable gestures like this. Akarius could tell he had a perfectionist streak in him. The scopes on his Huna emerged and retreated seemingly at random, never taking their focus off of the cartwheeling snowflakes. Hoku’s concentration was suddenly shattered when one of his creations was shot out of the air by a lightning bolt from Kwynn. The Toa of Ice, surprised by the intrusion, fell backwards off of the rock he was sitting on, splashing loudly into the water (scaring off Kopa’s prospective prey). Akarius nearly fell into the water himself laughing, while Kwynn looked on with a smirk. Hoku managed to sit up, clearly annoyed. The water that dripped off of him flash froze into a beard of icicles that dangled from his mask, triggering another wave of laughter from the two other Toa. Kwynn walked over, offering her hand to Hoku and helping him to his feet. “Hilarious,” the hunter said dryly. Akarius offered him a cloak to dry off with, but Hoku shook his head. “No need,” he said. In a moment, the water that was still dripping from him was frozen and absorbed as elemental energy. As a now bone-dry Hoku searched for where his javelin ended up, Akarius pulled out the map of Volara-Nui. The village of Ga-Koro was located near the middle of the delta, on the marshy northwestern coast of the island. The village itself was mostly built on the shore, but there were a few communities spread out over the various islands just off the coast. The Toa sans Hoku had been there briefly when they were on the way to Ko-Koro. They had a short meeting with Turaga Yara, who had ensured them that Ga-Koro would be able to hold out while they lent help to the isolated mountainous village. Now that the Ko-Matoran were safe, and with rumors of a large military fleet gathering off the coast of Kini-Volara, Akarius decided to pay the Ga-Matoran a visit in case they were in need of help. Turaga Serus had also sent reports of Rahi attacks in Le-Wahi, so Voti and Inix were sent to the jungle to assist on that front. Stationed at the watery Koro was a quite substantial fleet of vessels crewed by a well-trained militia of Ga-Matoran sailors. Made up mostly of modified fishing boats, the rapid craft were experienced with chasing down pirates and smugglers. They had been instrumental in slowing the advance of the enemy on Volara-Nui. Akarius hoped to take a task force to shore up defenses on the small islands around mainland Volara-Nui. More remote places like De-Koro were basically defenseless. He wanted to make sure something like the Ko-Koro raid didn’t happen again. Akarius rolled the map up and placed it back in his pack, signaling to the others that it was time to move on. They would arrive at the village soon. As the sun’s rays peeked through the canopy of Le-Wahi’s jungle, the alarms of birds and chattering of Rahi heralded the arrival of Voti and Inix. The duo were making good time as they marched through the dense forest, traveling along the road of duckboards that led all the way up to Le-Koro. They kept a cheerful demeanor as they went, with Inix pointing out various Rahi sounds and Voti identifying them. “What about that one?” He asked, designating a warbling birdsong as the object in question. “Hmm, probably a Pokawi,” Voti responded with little hesitation, “You’ll have to try harder than that to stump me.” Inix chuckled as he listened hard, trying to pick out sounds that they hadn’t already done. As if responding to his beckoning, a far-off Rahi started up a repetitive, shrill call. “And that one?” Inix asked, sure he had her this time. Of course, Voti had him beat. “Easy, that’s a Kewa bird. You think I’ve lived in Le-Koro my whole life and haven’t heard a Kewa before?” Inix honestly had no idea what a Kewa was, but decided it would be best not to ask. The two continued their game as they walked, with Voti becoming more and more animated as they talked. It was clear she was happy to be back in her home after nearly two months of traveling the island. Inix was glad for her, but not nearly as glad as he was to be out of the frigid environment of Ko-Wahi. Although Le-Wahi proved to be not much better, with its stifling humidity and biting insects. Inix was used to heat, but the stuffiness of the jungle was a far cry from the dry smolder of Ta-Koro. As they continued, the two Toa passed a sign that told them Le-Koro was only a kio away. It would be visible by now if not for the dense tree cover. It wouldn’t be much longer until they were back in civilization. Not far from the sign, Voti led the way across a rickety bridge over the mighty Gakar River. The Toa of the Green passed without much trepidation, but she turned to see her fiery comrade stuck at the other side of the span. His gaze was fixed on the river, its flow strong enough to carry a Toa away with frightful speed. Inix wasn’t at all enthused about crossing the bridge, built centuries ago for the weight of Matoran. Voti put her hands on her hips as she waited for courage to return to the battle-scarred former guardsman. “Are you coming?” she said. “Of course, of course, as soon as someone builds a bridge that doesn’t look like it'll give out at any moment,” Inix retorted. Voti sighed, kneeling down and placing her hands on the ground. In an instant, vines and fibrous branches began to sprout out of the ground on either side of the river, reinforcing the old bridge and fixing it in place. “Is that up to your standards, mighty Toa?” Voti asked snidely. Inix sneered back at her as he crossed the newly repaired span. Once on the other side, the two stopped for a quick breather. Voti rummaged in her pack, pulling the metal canteen from the cluttered bag. As she did, her hand tingled as it brushed against the Toa Stone of Likar. Akarius had given it to her when their paths had diverged, in case she encountered a Matoran in her mission that had the qualities fit for a Toa. Voti was confident she could find the next Toa Volara among the Le-Koronans, and was already going through a list of possible candidates in her head. She offered the canteen to Inix, who readily took a drink. Their game continued as they sat by the bridge. As Inix was about to pick out another Rahi sound, they heard a rustling noise just beyond the treeline to their left. It was followed by a shrill hiss. The two Toa readied their weapons. “I don’t suppose you can identify that one, can you?” Inix asked. Voti did indeed know what it was, but hoped that she was wrong. Out of the trees trudged a quite massive shape. The Tarakava was taller than either of the Toa when drawn up to its full height. Its treads rumbled as it edged closer to the warriors. The great lizard’s armor was a dappled green, tarnished only by the corroded mask affixed to its snout. Its eyes were mad with bloodlust. Without hesitating, the Tarakava lashed out, its cudgel-like arms moving like lightning. The Toa barely managed to dodge, the blows leaving deep gashes in the ground where they had been standing. “Hey Voti,” Inix asked as the Rahi wound up for another attack, “What is this thing?” Voti realized that the Ta-Koronan had probably never seen a Tarakava. “Big lizard. Not very nice,” said Voti, deflecting an attack with her shield, “I’ve never seen one as tenacious as this.” Inix sent a gout of flame at the beast, more for show than anything. He hoped the fire would scare it off, but only succeeded in getting the Tarakava’s attention. Its treads revved, and it raced forward, nearly plowing through the Toa of Fire as it did. It circled around and began its attack anew, throwing out a flurry of blows that the heroes barely weathered. As it tore by the Toa, an idea struck Voti. “Inix, get its attention, I’ve got a plan,” she said as the Tarakava made ready for one more attack run. “This better be good,” he grumbled, positioning himself at the center of the road. He shot a few jets of flame, trying to coax an attack from the lizard. His attempts worked, and the Tarakava treads roared to life, sending it hurtling towards the diversion. Inix’s courage held, and he stood stalwart as the beast bore down on him, but Voti knew he would have to dive out of the way soon. Finally, just as the Tarakava was in striking range, Voti sprung her trap. A thick vine suddenly shot from one treeline to the other, putting an unbreakable barrier right in front of the charging Rahi. The Tarakava couldn’t stop in time, and it drove right into the vine. The crash sent it flying head over treads, hitting the ground hard on its back. The impact knocked the pitted mask off the creature’s face, and after a short moment, the Tarakava slunk dazedly into the water. Inix was still standing in the middle of the road, breathing heavily. “Maybe let me in on the plan next time,” he said finally. Voti banished the vine and walked over to the mask that the Rahi left. It was a simple Kakama in shape, but was corrupted, tainted. Just holding it gave her an uneasy feeling. When the creature was wearing the mask, it was far more aggressive than usual. After it was removed, the Tarakava fled. Voti surmised the mask had something to do with it. She slid it into her pack, resolving to ask Turaga Serus about it when they reached Le-Koro. No sooner had she done that did the sound of beating wings fill the air. Inix raised his spear, prepared for another fight, but Voti pushed it down. “Not enemies,” she said happily as the Kahu Riders of Le-Koro came into vision. The airborne division of the Vine Striders were mainly made up of Le-Matoran that tamed and rode the great hawks, and these patrollers must have spotted the battle. The pair of riders touched down near the Toa, kicking up a significant amount of dust as they did. The Kahu pilots jumped down from their mounts, revealing themselves to be none other than Ivith and Julus, two of Voti’s comrades from the Vine Striders. Voti charged the pair, grabbing them both in a tight embrace. The warriors returned the hug, but were soon constricted by the Toa’s strong grip. They eventually managed to break free, giving Voti a fairly uncomposed salute. “It feels like it's been so long since I’ve seen you two!” Voti gushed, “I bet you didn’t expect this to happen when I left Le-Koro.” She gestured to her new form as she spoke. “It feels good to have a hometown hero,” Ivith joked, “The ground forces have been lost without you. Seems like you were the best patroller they had.” “I’m sure they get on fine, how have you two been?” “As good as you can get in a warzone. We spotted you two taking on that Tarakava. Your way looked a lot more efficient than our method of throwing lots of discs at them,” Julus remarked, straightening his Hau and sizing up Inix as he spoke. Voti stepped back, placing an arm around her companion. “Ivith, Julus, this is Inix. He’s from Ta-Koro, he used to be with the Guard.” “Pleasure to meet you, Inix. We don’t get many fire-spitters around these parts. I suppose you have your own problems in the south,” Ivith said, climbing back onto his Kahu, “If you want, why don’t you climb on? We’ll fly you the rest of the way to Le-Koro.” Voti eagerly mounted Ivith’s bird, while Julus beckoned Inix to join him on his. The Toa of Fire was cautious about the endeavor, having never flown before, but ultimately decided to join the Vine Striders. It would be dark soon, and he decided the jungle at night would not be a pleasant place to be. Moments later, the pair of Kahu lifted off, flying towards the great tree in the distance. The coolness of liquid protodermis felt soothing on Kulu’s hands as he washed the blood from them. The Shadow Toa was crouched beside a small stream that ran through the plains on the north side of Kini-Volara. He cupped a bit of water in his hands to wipe the spatter from his Mask of Stealth. Behind him was what was left of the Kra-Matoran from Victus’s army he had been interrogating. It had taken a while, but the dark footsoldier’s secrets had all been spilled. Night was beginning to fall on the island, and the camp half a kio away was abuzz with activity. They would be moving out tomorrow. Kulu dried his hands and reached for the ebon shard in his pack. After the battle, his Master had returned to the temple, leaving Kulu to administer the victorious army. The elements of Victus’ army that survived were given the option to join Vortidax (although it wasn’t much of a choice considering the alternative). Most of the captured soldiers had made the right choice, although the few that didn’t were bound to end up like the twitching mess that Kulu now stepped over. He held the glass up to his face and began to speak. “Master, I have news.” After a moment, the Master’s essence appeared in the reflection. “We won’t have to worry about Icarax sending more forces, at least not for now” Kulu continued, “Apparently he is currently preoccupied with an invasion of the Northern Continent. We should have at least a year of freedom before he can turn his attention to us.” “Excellent, my servant. A year is far more than I need. Tell me, what is the current strength of your army?” “Not as strong as before, but doing much better now that we’ve incorporated Makuta Victus’ forces. What is it you require?” “If we are to seize victory in our campaign, we must show our dominance. Raids on minor villages are no longer sufficient. We must tear out the heart of Volara-Nui. How soon can your forces reach Ta-Koro?” The question took Kulu off guard. Attacking the fiery fortress had always been in the plans, but would be a significant escalation of the war. “If we left tomorrow, we could be there in less than a week. I’ll send a diversionary force to occupy De-Koro, it should keep the Toa off our scent for a few more days. We have the strength to capture the city, and if we assimilate some of the guardsmen we may come out with a net positive of manpower.” “Make it so, my servant. You have proven yourself capable, Kulu. Continue to ensure my faith in you is not misplaced.” With that, the master’s presence was gone. Kulu felt a chill run down his spine at the Makuta’s parting words. Master is an expert at making even praise sound menacing. https://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/29951-the-volara-cycle-review-topic/
  12. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much! Your previous praise of Kulu is actually what inspired me to write a chapter just for him. There’ll be more Kulu on the way!
  13. Chapter 13 Kulu heard the news of the Ko-Wahi outpost’s fall indifferently. Their purpose had always been to draw the attention of the Toa to a far-flung spot of the island, giving the Shadow Toa’s army free reign to operate where they were not. That the outpost was crewed by the ones he believed to be the weakest elements of his army made him care even less. Kulu was about to cast off from the docks that the Kra-Matoran engineers had hastily erected in Vao Bay north of Ga-Koro when the outrider from the Ko-Wahi base had reached him with the message. The snow-covered messenger had interrupted Kulu’s sparring practice with one of the Rahkshi that had been accompanying him. The outrider, who had apparently barely escaped capture by the Toa, awaited his commander’s answer expectantly. Kulu replied dismissively, “Understood, soldier. Report to the quartermaster for reassignment.” As the exhausted Matoran slunk off to the quartermaster’s tent, Kulu continued training with the Kurahk, parrying the creature’s blows and responding with his own. After a short series of trades, the Rahkshi’s staff slipped past the Toa’s block and gave him a new nick in his side. Kulu cursed as his hand shot to the wound, feeling the warm blood beginning to pool there. Whether it was the pain from the cut or the Kurahk’s natural aura of anger, Kulu felt fury rise in him. He responded with a flurry of blows, putting the Rahkshi on the defensive. Finally, he brought his jagged sword down hard on the creature’s staff. The edge bit through the metal shaft of the staff, splitting it in half and causing a sharp snap to emanate from the cut as energy escaped from the two halves. The Rahkshi fell back, seemingly recognizing its defeat. Kulu had spent the past several days training with the serpentine automaton, and the two had already left a considerable amount of wounds on each other. Before the sparring could continue, Kulu felt a familiar feeling in the back of his mind. His Master was beckoning him. His hand instinctively reached for the ebon glass, pulling it from the specialized pouch that he sewn onto his pack. Vortidax’s image was obscured by the sickly screen of gas he had become accustomed to. “How may I serve, Master?” Kulu asked. “You’re preparing to cast off from Ga-Wahi?” The response came more as a statement of fact than a question. Kulu always had to remember that his thoughts were open to the Master. “Yes, Master. I’m taking a brigade to capture De-Koro. The De-Matoran are weak, and the port there will serve as an effective staging point for future attacks on the mainland.” Kulu outlined his strategy proudly, hoping to impress the Master. Whether or not Vortidax took note of his servant’s stratagem was unclear. His mind seemed to be elsewhere. “When you embark, report to me on Kini-Volara. I have an urgent assignment for you, and it would be best explained in person.” With that, the Master’s presence was gone. Kulu furrowed his brow. In the spectrum of emotions he associated with his Master, concern was not one of them. The Makuta had always been calm and calculating, always a step ahead. The Toa of Shadows wondered what was the cause of the Master’s trouble. He would soon find out. As irritating as it was to delay the De-Koro campaign for a stop on Kini-Volara, Kulu could not refuse the Master. As he placed the glass back into its place, the call rang out from the docks, signaling that it was time to embark. Kulu sheathed his sword and started towards the ship. The sublevel of Kini-Volara was as dark as it had ever been. A Matoran wouldn’t have been able to see their hand in front of their mask if they had tried. It was a primal sort of darkness, one tinged with fear, anxiety of what might lie beyond what was visible. It was the kind of darkness in which predators lurked. The predator that lurked in the gloom of the Kini sublevels had no trouble seeing through the blackness. As Makuta Vortidax marched through the halls of the profaned Matoran temple he had made his headquarters, he pondered his next move. The subsequent days would determine how his ultimate plans would end. At no point since his arrival on Volara-Nui all those millenia ago had he been so close to victory and destruction simultaneously. His wanderings brought him close to the pool of energized protodermis that his lair was built around. The pool had seen much use in the past several weeks, having been used to birth a veritable army of Rahkshi to bolster his already sizable forces. In the liquid, the shadowy titan saw his distorted reflection. Vortidax’s chosen form was an imposing suit of armor he had crafted himself. It was one he donned in times of war. Staring back at him from the liquid was the Kanohi Phobos, the mask of fear. Another artifact of his own creation, forged by infusing a Kanohi with the essence of a Turahk Kraata. Vortidax had long thought Makuta were immune to fear, another worthless Matoran emotion that they had long since abandoned with the rest of their worldly ties. If that was the case, he found himself unable to explain the feeling that currently pervaded him. His pondering was interrupted by the sound of metallic footfalls on the hard stone floor of the Kini. It seemed Kulu was responding to his summons. Soon the form of the Shadow Toa joined Vortidax’s in the reflective pool. “You summoned me, Master?” his servant said supplicatingly. His Kanohi Volitak was tarnished by combat. A quick foray into his mind told Vortidax all he needed to know about the preceding days. “The campaign is proceeding well, Kulu,” the Makuta began, “I am pleased with you and your soldiers’ efficacy.” The Toa perked up at this praise. Vortidax knew exactly what Kulu responded to. “However, there has been a recent... complication. Ever since the defeat of Brother Teridax at Metru-Nui, my order has been in chaos. I have just returned from a conclave of the Makuta, where in no uncertain terms I have been excommunicated from the Brotherhood.” If Kulu was bewildered, he did not show it. Vortidax could not imagine he knew what he was talking about. “I’ll spare you the details of it. Interminable politics and power plays woven within power plays. My order is quite the duplicitous one. The brute Icarax holds the power now. It seems the scars from a feud we had long ago run deep, for he has muscled me out of my position and is sending his lackey, Makuta Victus with an army to destroy me.” Vortidax turned to face his servant. “To destroy us.” Whether or not Kulu fully understood the meaning of what his dark master had told him, it was clear that he realized the stakes of what was about to happen, at least in relation to his own wellbeing. “What do you require of me, Master?” The voice of the spy had become the voice of the soldier. Even now Kulu’s hand rested by his sheathed sword, as if his Master’s enemy was in the room now. Vortidax knew he had made the right choice when he recruited the outcast Onu-Matoran more than a century ago. “Gather your forces. Be prepared to meet the enemy wherever they appear. If we are able to defeat the enemy, then our ultimate victory is all but guaranteed. I am tantalizingly close to achieving my goal. My “destiny”, as you Matoran might put it,” Vortidax said reassuringly. “It will be done. There is one thing, Master,” began Kulu, “You said there would be another Makuta with them. My forces can defeat anything the enemy throws at us, but if Victus is nearly as powerful as you, then we may not be able to beat him and his army.” Kulu’s concern was genuine, and it was a valid question. “Leave it to me. If you can defeat his army, I will handle Icarax’s fool.” Kulu nodded, seemingly satisfied. He turned to leave. “Before you go, Kulu,” Vortidax said, reaching for an object he had placed by the pool. He held it out to his servant, who accepted it curiously. His eyes widened in realization when he held it. When he pulled the sword from its sheath, it was obvious the Toa was speechless. Pure protosteel. A blade befitting a warleader. “Only once before have I had a servant that I could trust as well as you. Ensure my trust is not misplaced” Kulu placed the ornate weapon back in its sheath, giving his master a thankful nod before taking his leave. The island of Kini-Volara was a rather sizable piece of land jutting out from the waters to the west of Volara-Nui. At its center stood the temple where Vortidax had taken residence. Radiating around it was a small forested area surrounded by rolling grassland. Standing on a promontory in the scrubland between the two regions was Kulu, using a spyglass to survey the plains. From his perch, he could see the gathered forces of Makuta Victus preparing for battle. In the several days since his master had ordered him to muster his forces and make ready for a clash with his former allies, Kulu had been busy organizing the defenses of the island and drawing up a battle plan. With him, several kios away from the temple complex, were about two thirds of Vortidax’s army. The air was perforated by bugles, drums, marching, and the screeches of Rahkshi. A clanking Exo-Toa trundled by Kulu, its flat head nearly at eye level with him, even from his high ground. The shadow Toa had already picked the place he would give battle. A raised area of ground surrounded on three sides by a stream. He had the Kra-Matoran sergeants marching the army hard, determined to reach the point before his enemy. The rest of his Master’s army was left behind in the temple, completing the fortifications there in case the battle did not go as planned. Kulu took stock of the army as they passed by below them. About a dozen phalanxes of Kra-Matoran, almost 250 soldiers in total. 60 Rahkshi of varying breeds, 25 Exo-Toa, and a small horde of 150 Visorak. There was a notable exception, one that bothered Kulu; Makuta Vortidax himself. Kulu’s master had chosen not to take part of the opening blows, promising to join the battle when “the time was right.” All Kulu could do was hope that he arrived in time to stop Makuta Victus from destroying his army singlehandedly. At the tail end of his army was a Kra-Matoran standard bearer, hoisting the banner of their army. It was a blood red field with a black Kanohi Phobos emblazoned on it. Kulu took it as a sign to dismount from his perch, continuing on to the designated place. Before moving on, he took a look back at the temple, still visible above the treetops. He suddenly felt the weight of the sword, hanging from his waist in its scabbard. Ensure my trust is not misplaced. He heard the Master’s voice in his head clearly, as if he had been holding the dark glass. Kulu placed a hand on the sword’s hilt, weighing the ominous words. Finally, he turned away and marched ahead at the rear of the advancing column. If it is misplaced, then neither of us will be left to regret it, Master. Victus looked vindictively at the temple parapets in the distance. He knew that Vortidax was squirreled away somewhere in the darkest reaches of the Kini, awaiting his eventual fate. Victus would pull the coward from his hiding spot himself, after crushing the pitiful force gathering on the hill parallel from his own army. Even from his spot about a kio away from Vortidax’s army, Victus could see the Shadow Toa marshaling them. That the Makuta of Volara-Nui did not even grace his army with an appearance was all Victus needed to know about his foe. After Vortidax had fled from the conclave with his tail between his legs, Victus shouldn’t have been surprised. As the Rahkshi of his army gathered into their formations, followed closely by Visorak and a host of mutated warbeasts, Victus thought hatefully of the other Makuta at the conclave. It was them who had relegated to the most remote of the Southern Islands. While cowards like Vortidax were rewarded with important stations like Volara-Nui, he was stuck with the dregs. It ended here. Per Icarax’s orders, if he killed Vortidax he would be given the island as a reward. He would do what it had taken Vortidax millennia to do; conquer the island and enslave its populace. All he needed to do was scatter the army that was now gathered across the stream, but not before choking the life out of the miserable Shadow Toa at its head. With a murderous chuckle, Victus ordered the first elements of his army forward, a vanguard to prepare the way for the main army led by him. By the end of the day, Victus would prove himself the most powerful of the Makuta. A blast of energy roiled against Kulu’s body, sending him to the ground hard. The Panrahk was on him before he could get up, forcing him to roll to avoid the tip of the three-pointed staff. Ignoring the pain, he sprung up and struck out with his sword, lopping the Rahkshi’s head off. The monstrous creature froze, its Kraata bisected. As it clattered to the ground, Kulu took stock of the battle swirling around him. The phalanxes were performing as expected, swarming around the larger enemies and overwhelming them with numbers. The battle had begun to take its toll however, and the ranks of the phalangists were growing thinner and thinner. There were bright flashes of light as Rahkshi battled Rahkshi, and the air was filled with Rohtuka from Visorak and bolts from Exo-Toa cannons. The battle was going as expected, and Kulu was slowly becoming more confident in victory. A Lerahk roared its challenge, charging him with its forked, poisoned staff. Kulu reached out, taking hold of the shadows around the Rahkshi. They responded to his call, rising up and taking hold of the Rahkshi like a fist. With a thought, Kulu crushed the beast in the shadowy grip. The Kraata tried to escape its doomed vehicle, but the Toa crushed it underfoot. A thought occurred to him as he scanned the battlefield. Where was Victus? Kulu was sure that he’d be able to see the Makuta from here if he was on the field. Yet, no matter where Kulu looked, he could see nothing that indicated the enemy general’s presence. Fear began to grip him. What if he was leading a flanking force, about to hammer Kulu’s force from the rear? Maybe Victus was too cowardly to meet him in battle. Whatever the case, Kulu needed to be ready. He flagged down a nearby sergeant, telling her to order her soldiers to fall back and regroup. Word soon spread around the army, and they began to coalesce around a new rally point at the base of the hill. Victus’s army also began to regroup, causing a lull in the fighting as the two sides took stock of their situation. As the ranks of Kulu’s forces started to normalize and before he could give new orders, he felt a sensation that was simultaneously foreign and familiar begin welling up in his gut. Kulu froze. It felt like there was a figure right behind him, towering above him and casting him in an inescapable shadow. “Kulu.” The voice was not his master’s. The battle had been taking place in the early afternoon, but now it seemed like night was falling rapidly. The enemy army suddenly split down the middle, moving as if they were making room for something. Sure enough, a rift opened in the new clearing amidst the ranks of the enemy. The portal was black as night, hanging ominously above the ground. A figure stepped out of it, its armor gleaming. It hefted a serrated battle axe in one hand and a shield crafted in the shape of a screaming Hau in the other. Its eyes were a bloody crimson, and seemed to pierce straight through Kulu. Makuta Victus eyed Kulu and his army hungrily, leering at them like a Muaka at a wounded Mahi. The Visorak around Kulu cowered, and he heard curses and appeals to the Great Spirit uttered by the Kra-Matoran. Kulu made a valiant effort to hide his fear, but his free hand shook like a leaf. It grasped for the ebon glass, pulling it out and holding it up to his mouth. “Master,” he said, “He’s here.” There was no answer. Master’s silhouette wasn’t visible in the glass. Before any further supplications could be made, Victus raised his axe, pointing it directly at Kulu. Wordlessly, the shadowy army began a relentless march toward their foe, bolstered by the arrival of their own master. Kulu ordered his phalanxes to adopt a defensive position, posting the Exo-Toa behind the formations and the Rahkshi between the tightly packed squadrons. Just as the Kra-Matoran under Kulu’s command braced themselves, the inexorable tide of Protodermis and steel impacted them, spearheaded by Victus himself. Soon, Kulu’s battlelines were on the verge of dispersal, buffeted by Victus and his footsoldiers. Kulu himself was nearly overwhelmed, split between rallying his soldiers and cutting down the enemies in front of them. If they turned and ran now, it would be a slaughter all the way back to the Kini. Yet fear was spreading through the ranks and file like a plague, and more and more foot soldiers started to turn and run for the safety of the temple’s walls. It was all that Kulu could do to not throw down the gifted sword and join them. A few weeks ago, before the Toa Stone had strengthened his body and hardened his resolve, he would’ve. The sounds of heavy footfalls snapped him out of his battle focus. Suddenly, he found himself face to face with the murderous general, his jet black armor stained with blood. Between him and Kulu was a phalanx of Kra-Matoran spears. Despite this, Victus seemed intent on wading through them like a puddle on his way to Kulu. As Victus rounded on him, a falangist found the courage to attack, landing a blow on the Makuta. The spearhead simply glanced off the Protosteel armor, however. In response, Victus simply waved his hand at the Kra-Matoran. A moment later, the phalangist was naught but dust. Another hand wave sent a tide of pure fear through the ranks of the phalanx that seemed to reverberate and multiply itself each time it was felt. Those phalangists that didn’t drop their spears and run stood frozen in terror, only to be crushed under the Makuta’s feet as he continued his advance straight toward the Toa of Shadow. “Why do you continue to fight, Kulu?” Victus asked mockingly, “Lay down your sword and kneel. I make sure all of my followers are rewarded.” Kulu took a step back as Victus continued his approach. All around him, Kra-Matoran were being butchered. One of his Exo-Toa finally succumbed, falling to the ground with an unceremonious thunk. The Visorak had long since retreated, returning to the safety of the temple. Kulu wondered if it was too late to join them. He gripped his sword tightly, when a realization struck him. His blade was forged from protosteel. It was the only weapon in his army that could penetrate Victus’ armor. If his attack could land, he might have a chance of wounding the aggressor. He could end the battle in one sword swing. Courage suddenly welled in him. Victus must have tired of toying with him, for he lashed out with his axe. Despite the Makuta’s unearthly speed, Kulu managed to side step the blow. He charged within the axe’s reach and swung his sword, aiming for the torso of his foe. Victus’ attempted to block with his shield, but Kulu was too quick. His sword struck home, cleaving through the armor and coming to rest half-buried in Victus’ chest. Kulu absorbed the impact from the shield that was meant for his sword, knocking him several bios away. He looked up victoriously, expecting to see the Makuta doubled over in pain. His heart sank when he instead saw Victus pull the sword from the wound as if it were a splinter. Instead of a spurt of blood following the blade, all that left the gash was a stream of sickly green gas. Although seeming not at all the worse for wear, rage was written on Victus’ mask. “You insolent swi-” the Makuta’s furor was suddenly tempered before he could prepare his next attack. Kulu looked for what had stolen Victus’ attention. He felt it before he saw it, however, as the earth began to shake with rhythmic steps. The familiar aura of fear gripped him as he saw the shape of his master materialize amidst the chaos of battle. “You have done well, Kulu,” Vortidax said proudly, brandishing a heavy, spiked mace, “I will handle it from here.” The battle seemed to stop as the two Makuta began to circle each other. “So you show yourself, coward. I was convinced I would have to knock down your decrepit temple to find you,” Victus said, his furious rictus having morphed into a murderous leer. “I merely wished to see if the long millennia had taught you any form of tactics. As I suspected, you are still nothing more than a beast. Icarax’s mad dog, unworthy of the name Makuta.” If Vortidax relished the combat he did not show it. Such things were beneath him “Me, unworthy? Ha!” Victus’s laugh was the sound of a predator baying for blood, “Rich talk from you. Your latest pet managed to score a hit on me. Far better than your last set of heroes fared. If only you could’ve been there when I killed them.” “Recent events seemed to have shown that you fools couldn’t even do that right,” Vortidax said coolly. His refusal to engage seemed only to enrage Victus further. “Icarax said he’d give me control of Volara-Nui if I brought him your worthless carcass,” spat Victus, banging his axe against his shield as the gas continued to spill from his armor. Vortidax was unimpressed. “Victus, if you truly believe that then you are even more stupid than I previously thought. The other Makuta should thank me for what I’m about to do. I’m ridding them of their weakest link,” he countered. Finally, the two titans lunged at each other, attacking first with their weapons and then with their powers. The combatants were a blur, as energy crackled and protosteel impacted protosteel. Kulu got to his feet, and saw that both sides were now watching the battle with rapt attention. It was basically impossible to tell who was winning, who was landing blows and who was blocking the next bolt of energy. Kulu’s eyes refused to track any one opponent. Even so, as the fight wore on, it seemed one of the Makuta was slowing. A few strikes snuck through, ringing off the protosteel armor like a bell. Finally, with a flash of light, Vortidax’s last blast of lightning struck home. The electric arcs exploded out of a dozen points in Victus’ armor, opening a multitude of new holes for the green essence to escape from. This seemed to be the coup de grace, as Victus’ knees buckled and he fell to the ground, unmoving. A cloud of the gaseous substance hung heavily over the body it had been inhabiting, and it seemed to move and reform itself before Kulu’s eyes. It looked to be trying to reenter its source, but could not remain in the perforated armor for long. Vortidax grew tired of this game quickly. There was another flash as plasma erupted from his outstretched hand, incinerating the cloud of gas. Kulu swore he heard a desperate scream as the essence was burned away. Vortidax knelt, picking up Kulu’s sword. The Master held the blade out to his servant, who accepted it reverently. As he did, Kulu noticed a hole in the Master’s armor. Just like Victus, sickly gas was spraying from the breach. “Master,” Kulu said, “You’re wounded.” Vortidax saw the wound, touching the hole with his hand. When he removed his hand from the spot the breach had been sealed. “Thank you, Kulu,” the Makuta said, looking around at the battlefield. With their leader dead, most of Victus’ soldiers were surrendering, while others beat a retreat back to their ships. The battle was over. Still, there was something bothering Kulu. The Master had said earlier that there had been only one servant that he could trust before him. Did it have something to do with the other Toa that Victus had mentioned? Maybe the adrenaline of the battle was affecting his judgment, but Kulu felt compelled to ask. “Master, what did Victus mean when he talked about the last set of heroes?” Kulu cursed his courage, but the Master did not respond in anger. Instead, a far off look settled in his eyes, almost like mourning. Finally, he responded, “Worry not, Kulu. Your position is not in danger. Just know you are not the only one to have rendered me good service over the course of the many millennia. If you truly seek answers, then I will answer them after all is finished, when final victory is achieved. Until then, savor your victory, and know that it all would’ve been impossible without you.” Kulu nodded and placed his sword back in his sheath, basking in the moment. The cheers of the victorious army, their spears and shields clattering, carried over the expanse and off the trees to their rear. It followed the retreating forces all the way to their ships, washing over them like a tide. Kulu soaked in it and let out a deep sigh. This truly was his victory. Review Topic
  14. Once again thanks so much for your feedback. I always look forward to your replies. I think a character list would be a really good idea, one I’m sure why I didn’t think of before. I’ll try to work on it sometime today. The character list is up! Thanks for commenting!
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