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Well, here is what would've been my entry for the Fortnightly Flash Fiction contest. I worked all week on it, and it turned out to be over 500 words than the contest allows. Since I didn't really feel like editing my story, I just decided to post it as is and see what people think of it. Prisoner of the Red Star "What is your name?" "Why do you want to know"? "Because my colleague and I have the right to know." "Who gave you that right?" "We gave it to ourselves." One of the two Kestora in the shadow-filled room laid his clawed hand on the shoulder on the prisoner. The newcomer, whose hands were restrained by chains to the back wall of the room, had suddenly appeared days ago. His body had been severely damaged from what appeared to be a fierce battle. The Kestora managed to heal the prisoner of all his life-threatening injuries, but they left the nonfatal ones alone, so that he would be easier to subdue in case he decided to tried to attack someone. "Tell you what," the Kestora went on. "If you answer our questions, we will treat all of your injuries and make sure you fully recover. Of course, you most likely know that they alone will not bring you death...."The Kestora smiled. "But I assure you that they will cause you great pain until they are completely healed if left to themselves. So what do you say?" The prisoner looked up at his captors, knowing deep down that they were telling the truth. And he did remember others of their kind treating his fatal wounds a day or two ago... "The name's Gaardus, if that truly means anything to you," Gaardus said quietly. "Good," the Kestora said flatly. "Now, exactly what are..." "Before I answer any more of your questions, you will answer some of my mine," Gaardus interrupted. "Like who or what are you two? And where am I? And how exactly I'm still alive?" "You don't have the right to ask us questions," the second Kestora said in a offended tone. "Here, only we have that right." "But... I remember dying!" Gaardus cried out in frustration. "I died! I remember lying on the ground after being attacked by my enemy. He had used a Cordak Blaster to blow a hole through my chest! I remember...pain, anger, resentment against that monster! And then he walked up to me, aimed the blaster at my head, and pulled...." "Okay, that's enough details," the first Kestora said, clearly a little sickened by Gaardus's graphic details of his final moments. "But to satisfy your curiosity, my colleague and I call ourselves Kestora. And you, my poor friend, are in the Red Star." "Hey!" the second Kestora suddenly snapped. "Why did you tell him that! That information is only for chosen residents to know!" "There is no harm in quelling his curiosity," the first Kestora replied. "He's trapped here, same as the others. And as long as our home is offline, he won't be going anywhere." "This makes no sense," Gaardus said, more to himself than to the Kestora. "How did I end up here? Am I dead, or was I pulled here before I passed on?" "Oh, you did die, my friend," the first Kestora said. "In fact, just about every being that has died in your universe has arrived here after death. Or at lease, all the ones that actually arrived here..." The Kestora snapped the first behind the head, bluntly showing his disapproval of Gaardus learning more about the Red Star. "Wait, so does mean that I'm..." Gaardus started to ask, but the second Kestora raised his hand to silence him. "Enough." he stated. "As I said, we have the right to ask the questions. Now tell us what exactly are you?" Gaardus slightly tilted his head, as if to taunt his captors. "And if I don't?" The second Kestora leaned in close to Gaardus and spoke into his ear in a frightening whisper. "Well, my fellow colleagues need to know if you're someone who plays nicely with others, or if you're someone who doesn't. If you don't answer this question, or any of the following questions we have, we might come to the conclusion that you fall in with the latter group, and toss you in their cage with them. And trust me, they will make your currently nonfatal wounds fatal." The purple and black armored creature took a few steps away from Gaardus and gave him a friendly smile. "But if you do answer them, we will keep our word and treat you. So ask yourself, what do you have to lose?" Gaardus led his captor's words sink in for a moment. He didn't know his captor was telling the truth or was bluffing. But even if he was lying, Gaardus knew he was in no condition to defend himself. And if they could help him recover, then maybe...just maybe... "Well, I used to be a Ta-Matoran," Gaardus said after spending a few moments in thought. "Though I wouldn't call myself that now." "And what would you call yourself?" Gaardus looked into the eyes of his captors and simply said "An Abomination." Gaardus then went on and told the two Kestora his tragic history. He told them about his previous life, which was the only time he had known of the concept of peace. He told them how a group of exiled Nynrah Ghosts kidnapped him and performed experiments on him to make him a 'living weapon.' He even told them how he had broken free of the Ghosts, and had been hunting each of them down and killing them for their actions. "The being that killed me, the being that I spoke of earlier, was the last one," Gaardus said, not even trying to hide the rage that his story had re-awoken in him. "He is the reason that I stand before both of you now." Both Kestora now stood in front of Gaardus, going over his answers to their questions in their minds. Finally, they both retreated to the other side of the room talk privately among themselves. "There are no lies in his story," the first Kestora stated quietly. "Agreed," whispered the second. "So, what do we do with him?" asked the first. "He has not only openly admitted to us that he has killed other beings out of revenge, he has stated that he is a living weapon! He also clearly has some mental issues, though who wouldn't after what he went through?" "That shows that he could be a danger to our kind, as well as the others here," the second added. "We may need to keep him with the more savage residents that we keep here. He clearly doesn't sound like someone with the best intentions to me." "We will inform the other Kestora what we have learned," the first said. "And together, we will decide what his fate will be. For now, we will keep our word and treat him. We are civilized beings, after all." Their private meeting done, one of the two Kestora knocked on the door that led into the room. A second later, three more Kestora entered the room with a stretcher just big enough for Gaardus."We thank you for your honestly," the first Kestora said to Gaardus. "We will now release you from your chains and take you to be treated for your injuries like we agreed on. Will you comply and not give us trouble?" Gaardus nodded his head. Satisfied, the Kestora freed him and helped him onto the stretcher. The other Kestora then lifted the stretcher up and began to transport the weakened Gaardus to their infirmary. There, he would be treated for his injuries and restored to full health. And after that, his placement in the Red Star would be decided by the Kestora. At least, that is what the Kestora planned to do with Gaardus. The former Ta-Matoran, however, had his own plans....He would show the Kestora that he was someone with the 'best intentions' and obey their requests, doing wherever they asked of him after healing him. He planned to do this until he got a better idea of what this 'Red Star' was, and where it was located. He would use his enhanced senses and teleportation powers, which he had not told the Kestora about, to get this information. The former power, which gave him enhanced hearing, had already allowed him to be able to overhear the two Kestora in their private meeting in his cell. He could definitely use it to overhear the Kestora talking at a distance when the need arose for it. He could also try to befriend one of these Kestora creatures. One of them had already proven to have an open mouth. He could try to learn more about them, like what their strengths and weaknesses were, and learn more about what happened to himself after 'dying' in his universe. Of course, these were all just plans. Long shot plans at that. Gaardus was definitely uncertain if he would be able to pull them off. But he was going to try regardless. He had to. For in his mind, there was no other option. There are two things I do know for certain. Gaardus thought as he and the Kestora reached the infirmary. One is that I'm somehow still alive, for I would not be needing treatment for injuries if I was dead. The other is that, despite what these creatures say, there is a way off this star. There has to be. And I will find it, return to my universe, and get my revenge on that Nynrah Ghost! ___________________________________________ Thanks to everyone who reads my story. Comments and criticism are welcomed!
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While reading through another topic (Takanuva's ressurection), I read a post by bonesii, and something occurred to me.Considering what we have recently learned about the Red Star and its restoration thingy, I'd now like to question what would happen if Hydraxon (the original, up in the star) would have to say if he manages to get out and discovers a perfect duplicate of himself wandering around Spherus Magna.(The mere notion of it made me laugh for a good while.)What I'm wondering is this: Thanks to the Ignika, are there now TWO Hydraxons, or did the mask find a way to take the spirit/codes/program from the Red Star and transfer them into Dekar's mind when it transformed him into the jailer of the Pit?(If this doesn't belong here, please move it)
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Crimson It rules the night sky, it hides and plots when the red fingers of dawn rise above the horizon, vying for a position in the world above. Crimson at night, Crimson at morn, there is no respite from the color of blood, save the hours of day. And they are not enough. I spend my time watching, always watching, for the return of the red orb that haunts me always. As I stare at it tonight, the night I will, the night I must decide, it is no longer a curse, but a companion. A friend when no others comfort, a consular when no others give advice. When I first decided to listen to its advice, advice I then thought unkind commands, I had regrets. I wept, I hid, and I cursed it and its help in my ignorance, in my folly. But now… Now, I realize the errors of my way. I realize how wrong, how terribly, terribly wrong I have been. And I weep. I weep, for I did not listen sooner. I weep, for I did not escape this world at an earlier time, but refused to accept the truth in my foolishness.And so now I make amends, now I give myself to the beacon of light in the black void above me, the crimson salvation I love and trust. There are footsteps behind me, the sound of heavy breathing, the marching of boots, the swaying of the tall grass in this peaceful, tranquil field. In my hands is the way to eternal peace, and lo and behold; It is crimson as well!The first time I accepted the beacon of crimson, this enabler of tranquility was with me, in my hands as it is now. But it was not the color. It was not red. They didn’t understand, they begged me to stop, they tried to convince me that I was the one who didn’t have knowledge, that I was without wisdom. But I believed in the beacon, I believed in the one that is crimson, and I still believe, I believe more than ever.Grasping my aide, my helper and the servant of the beacon above, I realize that the color of my savior is no longer only on my helper. It covers my arms, splatters of it are located on my face. It is a badge of my salvation, and a badge I will wear proudly. With a final cry of euphoria, born from the beacon above, I plunge the aide into my heartlight, and the beacon covers me, carrying me skyward, now part of it as well. I join the Red Star above, and find eternal serenity.The Guard found him sprawled among the tall grass, a knife plunged through his shattered heartlight, blood stained almost every inch of his body, as crimson as the Red Star above, twinkling steadily in the shadowy void. His face was frozen in a smile of pure ecstasy, his glazed eyes staring upwards. His hands, stained crimson from his own blood, were frozen, his fingers curled in the grass, a sign of final struggle.The night sky, black and sparkling white, was stained with a streak of red, as was the field below. But they both ignored these dots, they both forgot how they were tarnished with crimson, the color of blood.
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Greg Farshtey offered me information on the Red Star, and of course I said yes. There's a lot more to the Red Star than its previously revealed function, which was to provide a boost for Mata Nui whenever he leaves a planet. Some of you have already guessed it, but still surprising nevertheless. Be sure to check out the topic I posted up here to get your hands on the new information.
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The Wall of History Channel: Coming up next… A group of foolish Toa are hand delivered to a miserable fate… *picture of Toa Nuva being carried up to the top of a volcano* A group of rogue Matoran embrace the unknown… *picture of Hahli pressing her hand up against a forcefield, looking at Takanuva with a forlorn expression* And a powerful ruler contemplates his next move… *picture of Karzanhi in meditative thought* The Wall of History Channel: Where the Piraka Come Alive Paid for by the Friends of the Skakdi and the Ad Council. * * * *IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT* We are looking for qualified Matoran, ages 14 and older, to participate in a clinical rescue mission. This mission involves saving Mata Nui’s life. If you are 14 or older, and suffer from the following conditions, you may be eligible to apply for this mission: Live in Metru NuiPlay good KolhiiTranslate for Turaga NujuInvent a machine responsible for saving the Matoran from BohrokFly a Gukko birdBe terrible at keeping secrets* * * Introducing…a revolution in security technology! It’s the ForceField 4000! Professionally designed and engineered to keep pesky Toa of Light out of your realm…and useful Matoran in. Never have to worry about escapees or invaders, just sit back, relax and enjoy your minions’ labors.* *Product costs 100 widgets, Turaga Dume’s taxes and shipping extra. Product is only effective against Toa of Light. Other Toa may invade your realm and damages, including flooding, may result. Secrecy is advised to protect your belongings. Effective where applicable, void where prohibited. * * * Mavrah switched off the television. A Rahi that could detect beings’ use of mask powers was fiddling with the control panel, sending lightening bolts in random directions. “Knock it off.” muttered Mavrah, trying to dissuade the beast. Giving up, he shoved his arm across the panel. “Knock it off – there are our friends down there.” His arm hit a control knob, shooting a huge lightning bolt at the area, striking six Toa canisters. Six Toa emerged from the canisters, shooting stars into the sky with their blades. Mavrah gestured to the screen. “See what you made me do? See?” But the Rahi just made a strange sound as it walked away, a sound mistakable for laughter. “Hey you, get back here!” yelled the Matoran, getting up out of his chair and side tackling his fellow creature, oblivious to the new Toa marching onto the island, ready to take on their new enemy.
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Her eyes snapped open. She was dying. “Toa Tahu – go get help!” she shouted, rising to her feet and dashing out the door. Tahu sat up, confused. Then he felt it – the pull of his life energy being drained away… * * * “Give me the answer!” bellowed the Tahtorak. “The answer is simple” said Turaga Vakama. “You were transported to Metru Nui and fell out of the sky. My Toa team subdued you.” “Give me the whole answer!” “What is the question?” “Give me the answer!” Vakama turned aside to Nokama, who stood slightly behind him. “I seem to be making little progress.” Nokama shook her head. “Perhaps he is distressed from so much travel.” “It is a shame, or we would make a great agent of him.” The two Turaga faced a floating form, glowing eerily in the chill of the night. “If you don’t mind, I know this beast.” “Give me the answer! Give it to me now!” Brutaka knelt in front of the Tahtorak, absentmindedly stroking the beast’s neck. “The answer is-“ Sixteen Toa ran past the group. “ – that I put you in a dimensional portal using my mask –“ Toa of all shapes and elements dashed past, running away from an old, clanking machine. Its face turned to the left and right at regular intervals, and arms on its shell moved at the same rate. It rolled along on sand treads, advancing after the Toa. “-which transported you to Metru Nui.” “You are the answer! Give it to me now!” The Rahi charged the prison bars, which were weakened by exposure to Brutaka’s substance, shoving Brutaka down and into the ground with its forelegs. Brutaka struggled, sending rivelets of shadow into the being’s face. Starled, the Tahtorak leaped off the being that it had held prisoner, battering him with his mighty tail toward the Turaga, who wisely elected to get out of the way. Shadow energy flared as Brutaka stumbled to his feet, sprinting away from the massive Rahi. Racing around a tight turn, he caught sight of the machine chasing the Toa around the city. The Tahtorak, however, had other ideas. Leaping over Brutaka, it crashed down on the robot…only to see the robot vanish below itself. The robot reformed in front of the Rahi, still in pursuit of the Toa. “I…am…Marendar. I…sense…Toa. Toa...must…be…destroyed. Please…do…not…interfere.” In ignorance of the statement, the Tahtorak leaped on top of the robot again. It was met with a pulse blast in mid-leap, sending it in an awkward writhing plunge through the air. * * * “Tahu” Gali huffed, “do something!” The Tahtorak’s attacks had slowed the robot down, enough that he aught to try… Tahu vanished. Gali ran, trying to launch a sphere of water again, only to still find that it still wasn’t working… * * * “I really don’t like unexpected houseguests.” “I’m sorry – it wasn’t my fault! A teleportation, out of nowhere – “ “Get out of my chair.” “I can explain-“ Tahu swatted the Matoran with the flat of his blade, sending him tumbling out of the chair. A couple Kestora rounded the corner. “Guards, take him away.” He turned to look through a viewing scope, aimed at the landscape below. “Sir, don’t press the red button. The last time I did that-“ Tahu pressed the red button. * * * Lightening lanced from the Red Star, smashing into Marendar. It exploded spectacularly, hurling metal parts in all directions, one of which impacted Gali’s back. “Tahu, what did I tell you about using chain lightning when there’s other Toa about?” “Tahu?” “Tahu?” * * * “I’ll be finding a way to get you and your oversized aquarium out of here.” “They’re such beautiful creatures.” Marvah said, watching a sea snake rear up in all of its awesome glory. “You can’t possibly move them so soon – they will go into shock!” Tahu shook his head. “That…was my living room.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a bit of an experiment. Basically, when I was writing my LSO entry I tried to make something better than what I had and ended up with this. This is a bit too original for that, so that’s why it’s on its own. C&C appreciated.
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According to the Riddle of the Great Beings, Tarduk found this map in the middle of the desert with the Red Star at the top in the North next to the Black Spike mountains? What does this map mean? Is the Red Star a symbol for the Great Beings in this instance, seeing that there is GB machinery and inventions up there? Is it just an "X marks the spot" symbol that Tarduk mistook as the Red Star? Or is there a connection between the area and the Red Star? I seem to recall the whole thing as a symbolic thing, like a riddle - so what was that a symbol for, why that symbol, and why would the Great Beings give such a thing to the Spherus Magnans? Any thoughts?
