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  1. One People “…and so the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, carrying we, the ones called the Tohunga, to this paradise. We were separate, and without purpose, so the Great Spirit bestowed on us the three virtues: Unity, Duty, and Destiny.”Night had descended upon the bays of Ga-Wahi, the sun slipping past the endless ocean as the first stars begun to appear on the darkening skies. Po-Koro guards stood solitary on the lillypads, watching the sun disappear with a secret longing to follow it. To them, daylight brought the comfort of hard work. In the night, the goatdogs and their swarms would wander stealthily; at light, their attacks could be anticipated. So the guards stood in silence, their ears listening through the waterfall of the Naho bay and the chirp of insects, eyes desperately searching for the glow of a Bohrok in the shadows.Inside a hut, we Po-and Ga-Koran huddled together around Turaga Nokama, the chill of dusk dampening our spirits. Soft lights hung from the ceiling, attempting to lighten the mood. The Turaga ebbed and flowed like the tide, telling tales of peaceful times. Nokama had finished one of her stories, and now it was Onewa’s turn.Did they think we would simple-mindedly listen to the tales, though? The thought came from a dark corner of my mind. We were all hunched forward, eyes fixated on the elder as he spoke, but I doubted many of us were actually listening. I was among those thinking of what lay outside, those Pahrak lurking in the shadows of the area; halfheartedly listening, I found I couldn’t, because something in Onewa’s introduction seemed odd, as if there were something wrong in the Turaga’s statement.“Turaga,” I piped during an intermission. Several heads stirred, turning in my direction, along with a very surprised pair of robed storytellers. “You preach of unity in your tales, and here two villages sit. Yet you call us ‘Tohunga’, which means we are different people. If the Great Spirit gave us the three virtues and desired for us to be united, why did he give us a name that indicated otherwise? Why aren’t we called something like Matoran?” I expected anything but the uncomfortable silence that followed. There were no mutterings, no signs of support from my fellow Po-Koran. Nokama’s head was cocked in deep thought as she and Onewa considered my words. There was no deep reasoning behind my urge to speak, nor desire just to be noticed. I just wanted to note a point. And now I desired nothing other than to hide my brown Akaku and disappear once again into the crowd.After many moments in thought, the Turaga straightened themselves. My brothers and sisters turned intently toward them, to see how they would address the outspoken Matoran. Each second they paused I anticipated with dread.The lillypad rocked, swaying in the still bay, and an explosion could be heard from the Naho waterfall. My outburst was soon forgotten as those closest to the windows saw what happened, scrambling to flee from the stealthy, cunning, rapidly approaching Bohrok.*** The next few days fighting for Ga-Koro drove my outburst from everyone’s memories. I took the sidelines as the Onu-Matoran stepped up to defend us, and Jala and Takua took the spotlight. In a sense, I was glad to be shoved aside. But people still remembered. I went back to the shadows in my kiln, back to daily life, after the Toa defeated the Bahrag. My role as spectator continued as I watched the Bohrok Kal attack, and the Toa Nuva take off again on another quest. Somehow though, once the gossip of the heroes’ latest escapade grew old, people were coming together, not just in a time of need or danger, but a time to talk about something that we had missed in centuries of listening for the tales.The Turaga gathered us in Kini Nui once the Kal were defeated, claiming it was a great climax in our history. I was among the crowd, confused on what was going on, one of the many poking my head above the rest to get a good look at Turaga Vakama.“Matoran of Mata Nui!” he cried boldly, lifting his firestaff up to the sky. “The Great Spirit bestows a gift upon you all, as testament to your courage and their unity. The Time of Troubles has at last come to an end!” Many gasps and shouts of joy came from the people around me as they saw Takua and Jaller walk up beside the six elders. They were changed, taller and stronger, their bodies different. Some Le-Koran next to me jumped for joy when he realized he would soon be more limber, and an Onu-Koran was thrilled at knowing he would be stronger come the next sun. But I reveled in none of that, as I smiled with the rest. I was happy for a different reason.He called us Matoran.----------------------------I've been wanting to write this for a while, a storyline reason of how the name "Matoran" was introduced in 2003, and this was the result. Spent a year and a half getting stuck after going halfway through, but I finished it too late for the deadline for Flash Fiction Marathon Theme 1. It's currently 829 words with the title.
  2. Decided that I would post one of my creations I have created... a year ago I think. Matoran Click Image for GalleryFrontSideBackFront AngleBack AngleSitting DownThis build was very fun to make and was quite the challenge due to my lack of pieces (Same reason why he is all in one color.) I'm sorry for the image quality, I took it with my laptop camera.C&C is appreciated, and Enjoy!~Soran
  3. Please move this if it's in the wrong place, thanks.Okay, so, I'm sitting here in math class, with nothing to do (we were told to do an individual worksheet, which I finished early, and the teacher told us that's all we had to do today), so I decided I was going to try and work on an avatar for one of my image-sharing website ID's (the site lets you either use one of your uploaded images, or upload a separate one, which I was trying to create) and I wanted to focus it around the Rahkshi symbol. Well, after I traced and inked the symbol, I was trying to figure out "Now what can I make as the background for this that can represent me?" I once drew (and may still use, though doubtfully) someone wearing a cloak with the symbol on the back, and thought of that, but I used a larger symbol as my tracing base, and thus, it wouldn't work. So I decided to start writing in Matoran.So, as I'm doing this, I'm quoting MoL, and stuff, and I decided to write my user name at the bottom, which ends in the last two digits of my birth year, but as I wrote the "94", I remembered something: on BS01, they have used both the circular and hexagonal (or is it octagonal...?) shapes for numbers that come after 2010 (I think they used the hexagonal 0 for 2010, the 1 for 2011, etc.) and I was wondering: is this just something they did to keep away from confusion, or would this actually work? Should multiples of 10 being hexagonal? Or could it work if they were both circular? I'm wondering because I want it to look right before I scan and upload the image.tl;drAre numbers higher than 10 in the Matoran alphabet supposed to be written with the VN hexagon, or can it be written and, and properly read, if it is a circle?~Tobi
  4. Step right up, step right up! It's toa Audio's amazing horn organ!Believe it or not, but this took me six days to make. "The kanohi maestro was first worn by Toa Audio, who is credited with making the first horn organ, predecessor of the more popular shell organ."He made a large bellow, but it was rather high and found no toa that were up for the job.He hired a po-matoran instead.And the hammer can be explained: no, he isn't trying to break it, its just the only way for him to reach it.(geez, i've thought this through, havent I?)The first row is made up of hollowed out muaka claws;the second of mountain rahi horns;the third is made of some sort of coral.He couldn't find anything big enough for the lowest register, so he just had them made out of protodermis. :sigh:This was more of a funny idea than anything else.I got my inspiration when i was sitting in a church, listening to my dad rehearsing on his harpsichord. Then he told me "why dont you go check out the organ?" I guess he noticed i was bored. :PSo there i was, staring at this old, broken down organ, when i looked down and saw my dad doing his weird faces/ positions thing. He calls it "being in to the music", but i dunno.And that was my tale of how i got inspired to make some weirdo playing an old, broken down organ. So, yeah.This actually took me three days to make, but i was experimenting with the backgrounds a lot, so that took up the other three days.In the end, i realised it didn't require a backround- in contrast to my earlier "ta-koro school" drawing, the quetion is what, not where.Anyway, i hope you like it! (and i hope i didn't talk too much. I have the tendency to do that. ) Constructive criticism appreciated!-NOTE-Extra challenge:Try to come up with what Audio's powers could have been, what his mask does, ETC.Have fun!-Dwanny
  5. I'd say I'm like an Onu-Matoran because I have a surprising amount of interest in the past, through my nostalgic personality.
  6. On Matoran Spheres: 1. Do we know what happened to the Matoran Spheres that ended up on Mata Nui? Did the Matoran recover them? Bohrok smash them? Would I be able to find some on an Aqua Magna Scuba diving trip? 2. What happened to Dume's malfunctioning sphere? Would someone be able to recover it from Metru Nui?On stasis tubes: 1. Would these work on inhabitants of Spherus Magna? 2. Since people in said tubes are said to be in "suspended animation", would that mean that their body moves inside said tube, albeit in a predictable regular pattern? 3. These tubes suspend all life processes including thought. What would such a suspension be caused by (i.e. what is the effect of the gas on the being involved that would cause life processes to slow/stop)?
  7. Dare to Dream I - Ghost Town Tetak woke up. It was another morning, the same as the rest. He didn't mind the monotony, though. At least, he didn't think so… Tetak's room was small; he lived in a sort of apartment-like complex. It wasn't so bad, after all, ko-matoran generally keep to themselves. There were never any major fights to be had and no noisy neighbors. If one were to listen closely enough, the only sounds that could normally be heard were clicks and clacks of writing as the scholars stayed up, lost in thought about the latest technological breakthrough and whatnot. Matoran here rarely think of anything other than the future. Tetak thought to himself. By now, he had gotten out of his bed and was on his way to his work. Tetak's work was special compared to his brothers'. He quickly stopped at the desk next to his bed to pick up blueprint ideas. I'd be dead if I showed up without these. He thought to himself, still half-asleep. With a sigh, Tetak placed them into his backpack. It was a handy little device that organized not just papers, but also small tools for his work. Without a word, he swung his pack on and left his room. The hallway outside was empty. Nobody else was up at this hour, so everything was perfectly silent. It always amazed Tetak how a place like this; a place that was, at times, filled with matoran running back and forth to and from their work, could also be so calm. It was almost as if he was alone in the world. No bothers, no friends, no Great Spirit, no virtues or turaga; it was almost sad in a way. Another sigh escaped Tetak's breath as he boarded the elevator. Empty as usual, but he was used to his solitude. With a click of a button, the elevator lowered five floors total. He could hear the gears rustle and creak all too well. For some reason, it always made him think of what it might be like to be underground. Listening to Onu-matoran as their tools picked and chipped away at the rocks, the heavy machinery buzzing in the distance while the carts went rolling back and forth. Sure, the work was far different than what Tetak was used to, but he would often fantasize on a whim. And he knew that was all it was; a whim. There was no lobby in his building. The elevator led directly outside-it was located on the very side of the building and was made specifically for residents on the upper-story. Looking directly at the building, one would see a cylindrical bulge on the right side which stretched from the ground to one floor above the roof for those who star-gazed. There was, of course, a main entrance to allow access to the first floor, and stairs in case of an emergency. Tetak started to head east, noting that it was still dark out. A slight wind blew in the air with a few flakes of snow dropping down. The mountain that they lived on was fairly large, and the location was generally an overlook of their city. As high up as his village was, however, there was one village that was up even higher: the village of lightning.Review
  8. It strikes me kind of odd that Av-Matoran are so much more powerful than the other branches of Matoran. They have the ability to fire bolts of light, both male and female members, (a little off topic, but still) the power to change their armor's colors, and they can link up with Toa/Makuta to gain new hidden powers. Yet they were the first tribe of Matoran built, are own Takua was the original prototype. (the only reason he doesn't show off his powers is because he forget who he was, and I personally think his mindlink with Gali was his Toa-combo ability)The question I want to know is, why are the Av-Matoran so powerful compared to later models? The only idea I can think of is that the Matoran of Light abused their powers, but I don't know of any evidence to this end. Bioniclesector01 has nothing on the topic either, so does anyone here know or have a theory?
  9. I didn't see this topic anywhere else, and I thought it was a good question:So, the Matoran language is a programming language, like 0's and 1's. But I do have a few questions: first, whenever a weird word (I'll use "Vezon" as an example) is brought up, the story will quickly describe it, saying something along the lines of "vezon is the Matoran word for 'double'." The question is: are beings in the MU always speaking Matoran (with the exclusion of the Skakdi's native tongue)? Seeing as the characters tend to point out specific words, such as "inika", "vezon", etc., is the story just clarifying what the words mean? If this is true, then when a character, such as a Piraka, saw a word and the story said "if [redacted] recalled correctly, [redacted x] was the Matoran word for [redacted y]". Sorry if this is confusing.But this also brings me to my next question: if the MU beings are always speaking Matoran, how did they communicate with the Glatorian/Agori on Bara Magna, who would, theoretically, speak Agori? When Lewa was transported to Bota Magna, he encountered several Agori and was unable to communicate with them, so their language is obviously different. But Tahu and the others were able to communicate with Gresh and friends just fine. Why is this?~Tobi
  10. Anyone remember my Self-MOC that I posted before the forums went down? No? Well, here's the Gallery. (I have some better pics of him that were taken more recently, and I'll post those later.) But now, I have for you all a drawing of that same self-MOC. Yes, the pose is a bit odd, I'll admit that. But otherwise, I think this is my best BIONICLE drawing so far. Hope you enjoy! (CLICKY THE LINK BELOW)(CLICKY THE PICY ABOVE)Comments and criticism welcome! Thanks for looking!
  11. So this theory came about when I was wondering how a sixth of a toa's power could become a full supply of toa power. I came up with this. Inside of matoran destined to be toa, there is a small chamber with a full supply of toa power. This chamber is made of a substance harder than protosteel, and can only be broken by toa power channeled through a suva, kanohi, or other channeling device.This explains why helryx was able to allow krakua to fulfull his destiny early, but not just some random matoran loyal to the order. Only matoran destined by the great being would have these chambers.I also propose that these chambers also contain mutigins of the same type the makuta use. These mutigins would transform the matoran into a toa.This is not as far-fetched as you might think. The great beings often reused stuff, including built in rohtuka spinners, and kanohi. The toa power is seperate from the size increase, as in the melding universe, the toa were the size of matoran, but had full toa power.The mutagins also tie into the last part of my theory. When a toa sacrifices their toa power, I think that their body then cleans out the virus's which causes the toa to revert to a matoran like state. But virus residue results in the turaga to be a little bigger than a matoran, and their minds are still mostly as it was as a toa, allowing use of noble masks.This makes sence because essecially, the only real difference other than mask use between a matoran and turaga, is the wisdom accumulated from time as a toa. The only time we see turaga as being significantly bigger than matoran was in 2001, and those matoran had been shrunken by the matoran spheres.Summery:My theory is that matoran destined to become toa have a small chamber inside them, harder than protosteel, that can only be broken with toa energy. The power in the toa stone is channeled through the shrine or mask, and breaks open this chamber. It contains a full amount of toa energy, and mutagenic viruses (like the makuta use) that change the shape of the matoran to a toa. When a toa becomes a turaga, they loose all their toa energy and virus, reverting them to a matoran like state (seriously, they are the same size as matoran), but the power residue and mental capacitys stay, allowing useage of noble masks.
  12. How will the Matoran know how many Matoran they need to survive? Will they likely simply replace those who die? Or will they make as many new Matoran as they think they need to help the Agori/keep cities and stuff running? Will the Agori have something to say about this?
  13. EDIT: Cannibalism and gore to this extent are not appropriate for BZP.
  14. Update: Tetak IIThis is not finished yet. I merely lightly colored him in with colored pencil and used the burn feature on GIMP to darken it (I hope to add a background too, but I'm not sure what I'll do for that, yet).----------------------------------------------TetakI'm still pretty new to drawing, so any comments/criticism are very much appreciated. Well, I haven't really drawn for a while now, so drawing one of my characters is always fun. ^^For those who don't know who this guy is (and let's face it, I bet all of you are totally stumped XP), Tetak is a character from my epic Dare to Dream. He's a matoran of ice who wears the kanohi Iden (So original, I know, but it's actually relevant in the story. XD). All around, he's really not that bad of a guy, but he struggles with self confidence. Whenever he talks in conversation, he usually stutters and shakes nervously out of habit (and the fact that Ko-matoran aren't exactly the most social of folks where he's from, so he hasn't really developed a lot of social skills). He normally gets lost in thought and ponders philosophy among other things and his thoughts follow his own form of logic. His main issue is that he really doesn't know how to act outside of his current life. This becomes a bit of a problem when he is spirited away into a completely new universe where the laws of nature itself contradict each other in a dance of chaos. Anyway, I'm planning on coloring this one with colored pencils, and I hope to add the finished product here once it's done. ^^
  15. So, how exactly do the inhabitants of Sherus Magna speak the Matoran Language? It seems pretty odd that they would speak the programming language for a giant robot.
  16. Okay, so if Makuta Teridax was destined to take over the Mata Nui robot, why was he so inexperienced at it when he got to the top? You would think that if the Great Beings wanted him to do it, then they would have given him some training on How To Operate a Giant Robot. But Tahu said that there was a learning curve involved. When Makuta got there, there was a learning curve involved, to the point where it was awhile before he could even get the robot's sensor's working. His knowledge of the inside of himself was imperfect and incomplete, allowing the Toa to escape capture. Given that the mission that that robot was on was vital, it would have been important (if there were two robots as originally planned) to know the work of operating the Mata Nui robot and putting the planet parts back together, it just seems odd that he didn't know this. Why is that?
  17. The objective of the Great Beings was to repair Spherus Magna. Now they want their newly reformed planet cleaned of all their repair robots and the Agori's world restored to normal. Why, then, do they start by attacking Toa? Why is Marendar, the being that kills Toa, free? Do the Great Beings even know about the other beligerant races ( Vortixx, Dark Hunters, Skakdi, etc) on Spherus Magna? Do they even appreciate the fact that the Toa are the only protection for the Agori against these races easily taking them over and making them their slaves? (The Golden Being and/or the Shadowed One could easily stomp the Glatorian) I'm tempted to think that that they do not because they don't even know that Matoran are sentient, less that other beings that are sentient and out to get them?Marendar escaped, yes. But why was he even on Spherus Magna if he was in the last stage of the repair robot wipeout plan, after all the other races had been removed. They knew that he could sense Toa, knew that if enough Toa were nearby that he would escape. They created him to find Toa and eliminate them. Unless they were complete and total fools, they should have kept him away from Toa until they knew what they were doing.It seems the Great Beings do not care about the welfare of the Agori (and we all know that the robot's purpose was to restore Spherus Magna and improve their welfare) or they are ignorant of the danger the other MU races pose. It would also seem that they aren't capable of destroying the other MU races without mass uproar, and have decided that removing one race is better than none, while ignoring the fact that that one race is vital to the welfare of all the peaceful persons on that planet.And it isn't really causing much trouble, either, and probably won't...
  18. My matoran Moc from the archieves. New Version Old Version
  19. I saw a topic about Skrall and reproduction recently and that led me to wonder:If Matoran can't reproduce very easily, aren't they prone to extinction? I mean, they were all created around the same time, so won't they all die at the same time? Unless more are being created, the Matoran will go extinct.
  20. BZPower Short Story Contest #8: Title Twisters Comic 24: Shadow Play By: Click Author's Note: A few probably FAQ's: This takes place in an alternate universe where Ko-Metru astronomers have already discovered Bara-Magna before Mata-Nui was awakened. A secret organization of exclusively Matoran called R.A.M.A. defend and do covert operations when necessary. It is exactly 5,724 words. Hope you enjoy! “Wait for my mark. Ready, go!” Commander Kira signaled with her hand. The dark and light blue matoran was anything but conspicuous in Voya-Nui’s jungle, but with all the missions under her belt, she knew what she was doing. Unfortunately, none of her other fresh recruits did. Commander Kira was one of the leaders of the most elite undercover organizations on Metru-Nui. Code named R.A.M.A., or Resistance Attacks of the Matoran Area, they specialized in the missions The Order didn’t. They had broken into many Makuta’s lairs and stopped attacks planned on the Matoran. They’ve stopped another rising of the Bahrag, and all of these great missions were led by Kira, who has been with them from the start. Of course, no one had heard of them, but that’s because they’re so good. At least, most of them. This mission was a training exercise for the new ‘Makuta Fodder.’ About half were asleep in the bushes, and most of the others were messing around with their new gear. A Lava Hawk fell from the sky in a fiery explosion as a recruit tried target practice. Such maneuvers would give them all away in a normal mission. Com. Kira tried to hide her face as a huge explosion shook the forest. She tried signaling again, but just a few sleepers got up and looked her way, then promptly fell back asleep. Only Verius could sympathize with her. He was the only recruit that was used to such vigorous training and orders. He was actually an Agori, and one of the new test subjects. The standard issue camouflage backpack had been bulked up with a built-in Spinner Launcher, with a netting power. His green and tan body was covered in a lightweight armor. Even his seemingly insignificant combat knife packed a miniaturized Cordak Pistol. Every look Kira took at it was filled with envy as she looked at her huge, bulky, double barrel pistol. Desperate times call for desperate measures, thought Kira, and she whistled loud and long. All the recruits stopped what they were doing and the sleepers got to their feet. Kira looked around, expecting an ambush any second. When she was sure that they were safe, she turned around to face the now orderly recruits. She began pacing in front of the recruits, which they now recognized as an indicator she was about to give a speech. A few groans sounded from the back and Kira fixed the general area with a piercing stare. “Now then, you are by far my worst training group so far. I have never had such disobedient, lazy, or distracted recruits yet. If you want to survive, we need to reach that volcano. Our mission goal is there, and if we don’t reach it by night, we fail, but even worse than that, is Voya-Nui is no place to be at night. All kinds of horrible creatures stalk these jungles, and we don’t stand a chance if your actions are any indicator. Am I clear?” A resounding “Yes, commander” sounded, about a third was reluctantly. The recruits began looking around cautiously, expecting a Muaka to jump out any moment. They were suddenly much more attentive, a fact that Kira loved on all of her past training missions. Of course she had worse, but she knew how to deal with this ‘Makuta Fodder’ because of it. She signaled again towards the volcano, and the trainees slowly advanced, looking all over. They almost jumped out of their masks when Kira’s radio sounded. “Ruku, do not go near the volcano, I repeat, do not go near that volcano, over!” “Copy that, Gukko Bird, may I ask an explanation, over?” “We just got intel that there is a highly dangerous Makuta moving in. I know you are ready for it, but your new rookies aren’t, over.” “Copy that, Gukko Bird. We’re heading home. We’ll have to complete another day, over.” “Over and out.” The rookies seemed almost glad to get out of the dark jungle, but Kira felt unfulfilled. She had started a mission, and couldn’t finish it. It was the first time in her long career. She suddenly made a quick decision that no one liked. “Alright, team, we are going after that Makuta.” As expected, most of them groaned. This would mean that they would need to stay there, probably after dark, just because of their commander. Of course, out of respect, only one voiced this concern. “But, commander, I thought Base just ordered us to get out of here.” “I cannot accept that. We are going after that Makuta, because I have never left a mission unfinished. I cannot accept to let even one spoil my record.” No one pointed out that she wouldn’t be finishing the training mission she was assigned to. They just unwillingly accepted the decision, just because they wouldn’t get out of it anyways. “Let’s move out!” ----------------------------- The force was running through the forest, quickly but silently, towards the huge, glowing volcano. They could barely hear the crash of trees in the distance as the Makuta made his way to the same destination. Suddenly, Kira’s radio sounded again. She held up her hand to stop the recruits, who suddenly were acting like a well-trained unit. “This is Ruku, over.” “Oh, Commander, I’m so glad I caught you before you left. You see, you’re the only one in the area that would be able to stop the Makuta in time.” “I was hoping you’d say that, because I’m already on my way, over.” “What? I specifically told you not to go, even though I kind of guessed you would do this. I should probably give you the details. The Makuta’s name is Tiberis. His goal is the Spear of Fusion, which was presumed to be left there by Vezon. I’m fairly sure it isn’t true, but he must think it is.” “Go on.” “Anyways, you’ll have some help for this mission, if your rookies aren’t prepared for it. The chamber is still guarded by Protodax and Umbra, but I hear he has a way to defeat Umbra. You need to get in there and prevent that from happening, over.” “Well, we’re only about three kio from the entrance to the 777 stairs, but the Makuta is almost there, about half a kio. I’m not sure if we’ll get there on time.” “Relax, soldier. The Protodax will keep him busy until you can get there. Over and out.” Kira took a deep breath and looked at her untrained recruits. On their first day, they were already going up against a Makuta. This won’t turn out well, she thought. She signaled onwards, and marched off into the forest. -------------------------------------- When the troop had finally reached the entrance to the 777 stairs, they knew they were too late. The carnage from the Protodax was horrible, but there was still plenty to fight. Kira remembered from training that Protodax split when hit by any weapon or power, similar to their microscopic counterparts. Somehow, the Makuta had managed to kill enough to get past, but still left enough for the pursuers that they wouldn’t get in easily. As they watched, hundreds more fell from bindings made from shadow. There was no way they could survive. Despite the odds, Verius gave a huge battle yell as he charged in. Taking courage from his bravery, the others joined him. Maybe it was courage, or they had slept through the class on Protodax. Kira was willing to bet on the latter. She joined in the battle, and soon, the whole troop was surrounded by uncountable numbers. Every time one soldier would shoot one or slice it, it quickly cloned into another one, using the energy of the attack. Kira knew she wouldn’t win, but they had to try. Slowly, one Protodax broke through the crowd with a Zamor launcher on its tail. It was obviously the leader. Kira had a crazy idea that wouldn’t work with all of them, but it might work with just one. “Everyone, grab on!” Kira jumped onto one of the two necks, to the total shock of everyone in the room, her troops included. Everyone was sure that she had a death wish. Slowly, they began to realize her plan. Verius grabbed on to the other neck, and after that, everyone piled on, forcing the leader to the ground. Four soldiers had the Zamor Sphere Launcher, which was shooting wildly, shrinking most of the other Protodax back down to microscopic size. Each arm had about six soldiers on it, preventing the Protodax from escaping. There was no chance for it as Kira and Verius slowly squeezed the necks. The other Protodax cried out, but slowly backed away from the fierce warriors. Suddenly, Kira made an almost imperceptible gesture to her soldiers, and they suddenly jumped up and ran down the 777 steps, leaving all the Protodax to wonder what happened. Just about two hundred steps later, the group entered into a wide cavern surrounded with red lightstone. Above the door was the words ‘Chamber of Death’ in Matoran. The troops looked nervous as they glanced up at it. An unseen voice suddenly called out: “For you to pass, one must be sacrificed.” The doors quickly closed down, sealing them in with only the light of the lightstone. Some of the soldiers ran back and pounded on the door, or even shot at it with Cordak pistols. It didn’t budge at all. The voice called out again. “Choose wisely, for there is no way for you to pass.” Verius stepped forward. “I will.” Before Kira could react, he suddenly vaporized, leaving a small pile of green and tan dust. Only the brave Agori’s helmet remained. The doors opened, but no one was enthusiastic to go. Kira fell to her knees, moving her hand through the dust. The other soldiers bowed their heads in sorrow. “Verius, you were one of the best soldiers I have ever had. You were even braver than I was, cleverer, and more honorable. You didn’t deserve to die this way, but your sacrifice will not be in vain.” Suddenly, someone pointed out, “If you needed to sacrifice someone to enter this room, then is the Makuta dead? Is our mission over?” Kira looked up with realization. She almost forgot Verius for a moment. “Are we done then? Was it that easy? I’m not even sure what to think. Maybe, we should move on anyways, just to check.” “Haven’t you heard of what lies beyond this room? It only gets worse! We should go now, while we still have our lives!” “I’m sure Verius would have charged on happily. Let’s do it for him.” Kira slowly got up, and walked towards the exit. She didn’t wait to see if anyone else was following. When she didn’t hear any more steps, she turned around, and gasped in shock. The rest of her troop was gazing at the pile of dust, which was rising up in a huge swirl. The colors matched together to form tan arms and green armor, and the helmet moved to its rightful place. The dust puffed outwards for a moment, and there stood Verius! He took a deep breath, coughed a few times, and then looked around curiously. Cautiously, he said, “Am I dead?” The mysterious voice answered back, “With your willingness to sacrifice yourself to your friends, and their devotion to you, you have shown me that you are worthy to possess what lies ahead. You may pass.” And with that, the troop moved steadily onwards, shaking hands with Verius and laughing all the way down the next few hundred steps. ----------------------------------- All of the laughter suddenly died when they came to the next room. After all, the ‘Zone of Nightmares’ didn’t sound very cheerful at all. Even worse was the huge Makuta standing in the middle of the room, proudly clutching the Spear of Fusion, and in the other hand, the Mask of Life. Kira froze. There was no way she had failed. She was right behind the Makuta the entire time. How could he have gotten all the way there and back so quickly? It also proved that he also came back to life like Verius, except he had no choice in who to sacrifice. The rest of the troop looked as shocked as she felt. The Makuta laughed in their faces, rejoicing in their failure. He flung them aside with the Spear of Fusion, and they crashed against a wall. The Makuta laughed even harder, and suddenly, Kira couldn’t take it anymore. Verius tried to hold her back, but she jumped up at the Makuta’s face, determined to slap that smile off his face. She shook him until he fell over, then she tried to pull out her pistol, but realized it wasn’t there. She had never lost her equipment before! The leader of R.A.M.A. would be furious at how she lost her only gun that cost a fortune to make!She was so furious, that she didn’t even hear Verius yelling. For the moment, all of her problems were the Makuta’s fault as he continued laughing on the floor and shaking the Mask of Life in her face. She brushed it aside, and was horrified that it shattered all over the floor. The Makuta still didn’t stop laughing at her, even though he had lost the mask. Then, the Spear of Fusion came up in her face. Before she could even tell herself to stop, she grabbed the spear and broke it on her knee, throwing it aside. She was almost not surprise it shattered as well.The Makuta stood up, and Kira fell on to the floor. In a daze, she thought she heard Verius yelling “I’m a protrusion!” She looked up and shook her head, finally realizing he was yelling “It’s all an illusion! It’s the…” He suddenly cut off as the Makuta laughed even harder in her face. She tried to find Verius, but she just saw him running out the door. Now her own team was deserting her! That was the final straw. She just sat down, huddled in the corner, sure she would lose her mind with all of her worst nightmares surrounding her.Nightmares. That’s it! Verius yelled it was all an illusion! That was the power of the chamber! It made you experience your worst fears. Verius must have figured it out, and when she realized that, suddenly, everything went quiet. She looked up into Verius’ green helmet as he offered a hand to help her up. There was no more Makuta, no more shattered spear, and all of her team was still there. She took the hand and stood up, trying to hide her face with embarrassment.“It’s okay. We all had the same thing. I’m not sure what happened to you, but it seemed a lot worse. It’s all over now.”She tried to choke out the words. “I…I’m sorry you had to see your ‘fearless leader’ like that. It all seemed so real, but what was the worst part of it all, was losing you. I know I’ll always have my team beside me, no matter what happens.”The voice came back. “You have learned the values of Teamwork and Dependence. I hope you will use them through the next few chambers, because you are going to need it. You may pass on.”Kira suddenly noticed the door had been wide open the whole time. “Come on team, let’s go, because whatever we face next, I know we can handle it, together.” ---------------------------- Luckily, the next chamber presented no challenge at all. It was a simple river of molten protodermis with a collapsed bridge almost sunken into it. This was one of the basic training exercises at boot camp! Teamwork made a huge part of the effort, but it worked smoothly every time after the first ten or so. Needless to say, some Matoran ended up in the hospital with severe burns for a while, but in the end, they survived. The troop quickly formed the basic line with one of their strongest, and one with a good balance of lightness and strength forming the front. Unfortunately, neither was Kira. She wasn’t exactly in her boot camp days anymore. The first few were thrown over the molten protodermis and rolled neatly to a stop at the base of the bridge on the opposite side. Then, they got ready to catch the next few.After a while, almost all of them were over, but there were sounds of clanking metal from the cavern beyond, and they knew they had to hurry to catch the Makuta before he did some real damage. All of them except the last two were thrown over, and then the strongest threw the other over, and then got his cable ready. The cable would only really last one use, so it was a last moment plan, but it worked perfectly. The strongest member of the team quickly shot the cable onto the other tower, and the rest of the team anchored it in or got ready to catch him. He swung over without incident, and the team ran into the next cavern, idly noticing it was the ‘Cavern of Life’ as opposed to the ‘Cavern of Death,’ which was a great relief.Unfortunately, the being waiting inside wasn’t very lively. It could only be Umbra, and he was fighting a losing battle with a horde of Shadow Leeches. The Makuta had already left him beaten, and continued to the next room. Kira and Verius charged in to the rescue, and the rest of the team followed. They used special settings on their guns and swords adapted for shadow beings, and cut away the Shadow Leeches. They were barely in time, and Umbra was barely holding on to life. His heartlight was slowly, almost imperceptibly flashing a dark grey, and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. The brave guardian of the Mask of Life was at death’s door.Umbra tried to pick up his laser lance, but he was too weak, and Verius slowly put the reaching hand on Umbra’s chest. They knew they should go on to fight the Makuta, but they needed Umbra, and they couldn’t leave the poor guardian like this.Umbra quietly tried to speak. “Go, you have proven yourselves worthy to pass. You must stop those who are not. You are the new guardians.” Vaguely, Kira recognized his deep voice as the one in the chambers, even in his weakened state.“No, we need you. We’re just a bunch of Matoran. We can’t take on a Makuta by ourselves.”“Not by yourselves. You have each other, and you all can work together to defeat him. I cannot. You must go now, before he escapes! Go!” With those words, Umbra fell to the cave floor, his heartlight barely recognizable. Kira mourned his loss almost as much as Verius’. Then she quickly looked up and gave the signal to move onwards. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy, but reluctantly went. Many of them took mournful looks at Umbra.Someone at the back of the line spoke up. “Are you sure we can kill the Makuta by ourselves? We’re just a bunch of Matoran. We’ve never accomplished anything. We’re all going to die!”Kira snapped back, “No, we’re not going to die. Didn’t you hear Umbra? He believes in us, probably the greatest warrior of all time, and he knows we can conquer what he can’t anymore. We can do it. Haven’t you been paying attention to the teamwork we’ve done just to get here? You didn’t question my decision to come here, even if it meant disobeying orders and probably staying out after dark. When I jumped on the Protodax, even though you all thought I was crazy, we worked together to bring it down and get past. We can all hear each other’s thoughts and respond as one. We know how each other feel. We aren’t just a bunch of Matoran; we’re a professional group of soldiers working to defend Mata-Nui’s life! We will defend that life as hard as our own, and right now, this may just be the way to defend it! We can defeat the Makuta without anyone’s help, even without Umbra, because we are all we need: A team loyal to each other. So let’s go, team! Move out!”Kira’s little speech emboldened everyone, until they saw the Makuta. He was every bit as big as he was in Kira’s nightmare. His gleaming dark grey armor reflected the light of the molten protodermis like a slave of Karzahni. He was tearing apart the room, searching for the Spear, and for now, he was distracted. He didn’t even expect anyone to follow him, especially a group of Matoran. Now was their chance, and everyone knew it. Before the Makuta even saw them, the group had brought him to the ground.“What is this madness,” he yelled. “I am Makuta Tiberis, and I demand that you release me, puny, insignificant Matoran!”“We’re not puny, or insignificant,” responded Verius. “We are R.A.M.A., and you are under arrest for crimes against Mata Nui! Would you like to surrender quietly, or by force?”Makuta Tiberis yelled out and stood up, throwing Matoran everywhere. “You cannot detain me! I will crush you and your insolent band of Fire Flyers!”Kira was thrown over the molten protodermis pit, and barely managed to grab the edge before she plunged in. Now she was rethinking her speech, and wondering if Umbra would come anytime. She looked to Verius, who was stuck high up on the wall, slowly coming down. Makuta Tiberis charged straight towards him and unleashed a shadow hand, picking up Verius and throwing him across the molten protodermis pit, where he collapsed on a small shelf just over the boiling molten protodermis. Somehow, the Makuta detected that Kira was the leader, and moved straight towards her next. She tried to swing her body up and over the edge, but Makuta Tiberis kicked her back over the side and she barely had time to grab a hold again.The Makuta’s foot came down over her hands, and Kira cried out in pain. No one was close enough to help her, and she couldn’t hold on with the pain much longer. The few matoran that were still conscious could only watch as her grip slipped, and she fell into the molten protodermis.The protodermis was searing hot. Kira felt burned all over, and knew she couldn’t take much longer. Then, the ground rose towards her and broke out of the surface of the molten protodermis with a deafening roar. Kira was flung over to Verius, where he safely caught her and tried not to burn himself on her white-hot armor. Out of vision that was unclear from the pain, Kira thought she saw a dragon that had risen out of the molten protodermis. Its armor was still as hot as Kira’s, but it was ready for a fight. Makuta Tiberius was just as shocked as Kira. He tried to get out of the way as the dragon smashed a rock to dust where his head used to be.“Is that the…Kardas Dragon?” Verius finally whispered.His question was answered when a huge beam of energy hit the Makuta, sending him tumbling backwards and shaking the cavern.“Only the Kardas Dragon could do that! What’s it still doing here? Vezon is long gone!” Verius remarked.“It still needs to defend the cavern, even if Vezon and the Mask of Life are gone. There must be something to guard, like the Spear of Fusion! That’s what the Makuta is after, but where is it?” Kira was gaining her strength back, and began frantically looking around the cavern as much as she could from the tiny ledge.Across the lake, the Kardas Dragon and the Makuta were at a stalemate. They had each other’s claws gripped, but the Makuta was using his shadow hand to hold the dragon’s head away. The Kardas Dragon was firing off energy bolts at the ceiling occasionally to prevent it from exploding. If it stores up too much energy, it would explode and die, and that wouldn’t help the Matoran at all.Then again, it already wasn’t helping. The repetitive blasts were shaking the cavern and the tiny shelf that held Verius and Kira was slowly crumbling. The molten protodermis was slowly rising as it was fed this new substance. They only had one way out. Kira still had an extra cable, but the other Matoran wouldn’t be there to anchor them, and they had twice as many people as in the molten protodermis river exercise. It was their only chance between life and plunging back into the protodermis, an experience Kira didn’t want to repeat. She quickly fired the harpoon from her gun and locked the cable to her waist. Verius did the same, and it seemed like they were uncomfortably close, but in the peril, they hardly noticed. The cable reeled in a bit to straighten out the slack, and then the two jumped, passing a single bio from the surface of the protodermis. The cable broke about three quarters of the way to the other side, and momentum sent the two, still hooked together, crashing into Makuta Tiberis. The Kardas Dragon quickly gained the upper hand as it held down the angry Makuta and repeatedly blasted energy at his chest. The Makuta grunted, and finally decided to throw the dragon off of him. He jumped to his feet and smashed the dragon back into the lava, and the Kardas Dragon didn’t rise again.He suddenly turned his attention to the two soldiers that almost cost him the battle. He charged after them now that they were nearly defenseless. His crushing footsteps followed right behind. Kira peeked over to one of her recovering soldiers, who signaled he was okay. The others were also slowly rising and starting to formulate a plan under the radar of the charging Makuta.Meanwhile, Verius and Kira were just struggling to survive. Occasionally, Verius would veer back and stab Makuta Tiberis in the foot and gain them a few seconds while the Makuta quickly lost his temper. After a few minutes of this same tactic, the Makuta lost his mind and suddenly tried his hardest to kill them.“Die puny Matoran! Why won’t you be crushed?! I will destroy you eventually!” He bellowed, repeating it over and over with some meaningless words as well. In his rage, the Matoran knew he wouldn’t stop until both Commander Kira and Verius were dead, or he was. Luckily, they could help with the last one.Even thought the stabbing technique was effective, Verius decided now was the time to just run. Any delay, and he would surely be crushed. They were just lucky that the Makuta was mad enough to not use his brain and try his shadow hand or shadow bolts.Slowly, a plan was coming together in everyone’s minds. If the cable that they use to swing across the molten protodermis wasn’t strong enough for two, a fully armored Makuta wouldn’t stand a chance. Kira knew that Verius would be thinking the same thing. He already had his spare cable out, preparing to swing across to the other side of the protodermis. Kira understood that if she got on, the cable wouldn’t last long enough for the plan to work, so she had to get the Makuta distracted long enough for him to get across then hide and let the Makuta see him.Mata Nui, I have to be crazy, thought Kira as Verius ran off to the side. The Makuta stood for a moment, debating who to go after, when Kira shot him in the face with her Cordak Pistol.“Come and get me, you overgrown Brakas!” shouted Kira as the Makuta turned his full fury on her. She had to plan quickly where to hide so that Verius and his dangling cord were in plain sight. There was a ledge a few bio to the left of the cable, and she could be hidden if she could just get there. Verius was already across, waiting for her signal. She turned straight towards the ledge, pushing with all of her strength to finish those last dozen bio. With the Makuta straight on her heels and with all his might focused on her, they almost finished it as Kira jumped down to the ledge. Makuta Tiberis barely stopped in time on the edge, trying to regain his balance.Then, he fell right onto the ledge, and it shattered, throwing rock, Makuta, and Kira everywhere. Makuta Tiberis managed to grab onto the edge of the cliff before he fell, but Kira had been thrown out too far. Her only hope was the cable dangling lazily over the protodermis. It was already loose from Verius’ stunt, but now it was dangerously close to falling. Any lifeline would be preferred from falling into the molten protodermis again, and this time, there would be no last minute save. The cable touched her finger tips, but she still fell, her foot getting tangled in the strong cable at the last second. The harpoon was still slipping from the ceiling, and Kira had to act fast. Her momentum had only gotten the cable swinging a little bit, so she needed to pendulum her body just over the protodermis with the cable slowly going lower.Suddenly, a shadow blast shot past her arm. Great, now she had Makuta Tiberis to deal with, who had climbed up the cliff and was now attacking. The next blast hit her foot, swinging her wildly and bringing the harpoon even further out of the cliff. Her mind was full of fear again, she knew she wouldn’t live. The odds were hopeless, and she was doomed to fail from the beginning. What was she thinking, taking on a Makuta with a bunch of rookies?No, they weren’t rookies, they were good strong soldiers who knew how to obey their commander even better than any troop she had trained before. As soon as she thought that, she faintly heard someone yelling, and saw a flash of green and tan before going back over the lava. It was Verius who was reaching out to grab her hands, but she couldn’t move. The effects of the shadow blast were still very strong, and she could barely see Verius anyways. The harpoon was slipping, and yet there was nothing Kira could do about it. Finally, Verius grabbed Kira and almost tumbled off the edge himself. Kira stood in a daze against the wall while Verius covered her. He opened his backpack into a small Spinner turret and launched it as a desperate measure against the Makuta. Tiberis simply slapped it aside with his hand, but as he did that, the spinner’s effect activated.A lime-green net slowly closed over the Makuta as he tried to shake it off. He blasted shadow, but the net still grew, sapping his powers to feed its growth. The mighty Makuta dropped to the ground in weakness, collapsing on the side of the cliff. The rest of the troop cautiously looked up from behind rocks to see what had happened.Makuta Tiberis lay trapped completely inside the net. Coming from the top, the spinner still latched onto his hand, out of power. The Matoran cheered, but Kira in her shadow-infected state could feel the power growing. She tried to call out “stop, it isn’t over!” but no one heard her over the cheers.The chamber grew silent as the Makuta yelled out and the net began snapping. There was only one thing to do at a time like this. Soldiers of R.A.M.A. were instructed to only capture except under dire circumstances, and this certainly qualified. The remaining troops marched together and shoved the Makuta into the molten protodermis, the heat destroying his armor and shadow essence in a matter of minutes. He burst from the surface only one, just to release a single, small creature, similar to a Kraata, but made of pure shadow. The last remaining piece of his shadow essence. A Light Warrior, specially equipped to handle these, quickly grabbed it in a special jar. They had won.“Well done, Matoran.” Umbra stood in the doorway, much stronger than when they left him. He still leaned heavily on his Laser Lance, but he was alive. “I don’t even feel the need to battle you for entrance to this chamber. I feel as if you have suffered enough.” He quickly shot over the lake, grabbed Kira and Verius, who had been nearly forgotten on the other side without any means to get back, and returned them to their troop.“That means a lot to us, considering I don’t think that we’ll have the strength to fight anyways,” said an exhausted Kira.“Go, you have completed your mission. There’s another way out that will put you in the Green Strip without going through the other rooms. There, you will find your ship.” Umbra turned around and silently walked away, standing sentinel in the room he was fated to protect. The Matoran left without another word as well.To let off tension, Commander Kira always believed in some good laughs after a hard battle. Today’s jokes were centered on how crazy it was that Makuta Tiberis went after a spear that probably didn’t even stay in the cavern, and he lost so much in the process.“So, what’s our next mission, protect the legendary Rahi-Nui from assassination?”“Taming the Kanohi Dragon?”“Waking Mata Nui?”Kira smiled at all the crazy suggestions about things that may never happen, and most certainly would be done by the Toa. Their mission was done, but they were ready for the next one.Finally, Kira couldn’t resist. “You know, from my vantage point, I saw the Spear of Fusion on the Kardas Dragon’s back. Maybe there was truth to this myth.” She had to try really hard to avoid laughing at their faces as they all ran into the airship to go home.
  21. So, I couldn't find this topic anywhere, but please point me in the right direction if it's somewhere else, but I really want to start a discussion about the Great Being inside the Matoran Universe. Since Greg hasn't written too often, we should have enough time to discuss it and try to come up with clues. I actually have an opinion, but I don't want to announce it unless people respond... so please respond! >~Makuta'sdarkslave
  22. So I was messing around with a couple peices, and after a bit of work I came up with this. http://www.brickshel...cs/img_0469.jpg http://www.brickshel...cs/img_0470.jpg http://www.brickshel...cs/img_0471.jpg What do you think of the white/black/red colour scheem? Also, the mechanism holding the Matoran in can be easily exchanged, so most custom Matoran can fit with minor adjustements. Thanks! -TK
  23. I'm munching on candy as I type this. The Matoran who is dressed as a Bohrok is supposed to represent Brickeens, as a thank you for inspiring my Toa spin-off (the one in this MOC) of his Throwaway. Pictures:1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 Special thanks to RoaMcToa for the Matoran Design!
  24. Here's number four of my MOCs from the forum downtime, though I don't like him quite as much as the others. Nevertheless, here is what Toa Jala (aka Jaller) could have been: ^Whosever clicks this image, if it be public, shall know the glory of the gallery!^ Here be the rest of the pictures (I apologize for the low quality in some of them; the colors don't photograph well) :Cool/weird picture caused by the flashNormal version of that pictureBackAlternate standing poseAnd, for those of you unfamiliar with him, here is the original Jala.Thanks in advance for any compliments, criticisms, reviews, etc. -
  25. So these are a few MOCs who do not have names. Most of these are old. 1 - This is actually one of my earliest known custom bipeds. It's old, and it's a Piraka build (something I do very few of), but I kinda really like this guy, for some strange reason.2 - This guy's old, but this is the latest version of him; I've built him several times. I know that the Crasts on his shoulders look dorky, but I'd just gotten Thornatus and I wanted to do something with them. 3 - Another shot of him.4 - A Fe-Matoran. 5 - Another Fe-Matoran. 6 - Yet another [albeit slightly irregular] Fe-Matoran.7 - A Toa of Iron with a rifle. This is another 'recurring character,' so-to-speak.8 - Another super-old one; since I never bought Nocturn, I tried to make my own, with a bit of variation/artistic license. As you can see, however, I failed. 9 - A concept of a tribal Skakdi. Man, I really wish I remembered how to build that headdress...10 - Yet another super-old one; some kinda demon. So yeah, they're old and suckish, but I still kinda like them. I'm not looking for names or anything, because, well, they're dead and whatnot. But feel free to bash and hate up on all my Inika/Piraka torso-ness.
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