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Hunter Little is known about this alien race. Their home planet is very far and unfriendly. The few creatures that inhabit it have been forced into submission by these aliens centuries ago. Due to their strength and agility, they're skilled hunters and they never miss a prey. Their talons can make the enemy bleed for a long time. In facts, they cause deep wounds which also may get poisoned by the venom that the hunters exude. Getting touched by them may be deadly. But they surely won't stop at that point.Once they've killed the prey, they start feeding themselves with it. The way they do this only scares many of their opponents, which flee on their sight: they impale the corpse on the spikes on their back, then they stick their tentacles to the dead body and suck everything from its intern. When the body is empty, they throw it away. Afterwards, they search for another victim wherewith to calm their unending hunger.RestingPreparing to jumpScouting the areaReady to attack--Author's notes--This is a MOC that I've done about three weeks ago. At that time I was bored and didn't know what to do, so I started this random MOC and, in the time of half an hour, it was completed.Hope you enjoy it and share your thoughts. Comments, criticism and feedback are really welcome!
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Symbolical Agnareth was a Glatorian of the Ice Tribe. He had lived in the Hidden City since he was born from Tul ‘hmee and Zakishta. His father Tul ‘hmee served the Third King with loyalty, even when said king got banished from his own people and sent into exile; his mother Zakishta had been one of the most known weavers of the Sacred Realm and her works were renowned as the most beautiful in the City of the Circling Mounts.Tul ‘hmee died at the side of his King in an attempt to defend him from an ambush: Zakishta followed him into the Rooms of Waiting shortly before. Her heart couldn’t withstand such a great loss, the loss of her companion.So, Agnareth grew alone and rich. When his parents died, he was already an adult, but he was older, in the inside. The grief he felt for them was grand and he grew faster in the soul. His black eyes reflected this sorrow, being them sad and, for most of the time, half-closed, as if he couldn’t watch the world without seeing it empty of his dears.However, his fame was great. He took the place that he inherited from the father, which means Personal Guard of the King, but his mother’s love for crafting things from simple materials was strong. Therefore he left his job in the hands of one of the most respected warriors of the City, the Ninja, or the Snake-eyed, as he wanted people to call him. Then, Agnareth started an activity as smithy, this way honoring the memory of both of his parents.A few years later, someone broke the walls of his Winter and let Spring flourish in his heart. He met Lywesha the Kind during a summer evening, when he was attending an assembly of the City’s artisans. She was the daughter of the City’s most important merchant. As their sights crossed, they both knew Destiny had prepared the World for them to live together.So they started living together. The merchant, father of Lywesha, agreed happily to Agnareth’s proposal: he knew that he was a honest man and a strong defender. After an year, their twins, Luuktosh and Finwë, were born.---The life of this family was always calm and cheerful. The elders worked with great results, the sons resulted to be very intelligent and fair. But a famous Glatorian proverb says that “if Destiny gives you something, it will someway take it back”. And so it happened.Peace ended when a mysterious illness hit the City. Many died because of it, many others died for the famine it caused in the fields: most of the victims were peasantries, so their lands got abandoned. On that same year, Lywesha, Luuktosh and Finwë perished: they all contracted the illness.Agnareth cried a week without stopping. He lost his dears, most of his friends and most of his workers. He hated Destiny for its brutality and his behavior changed drastically: from that day, no one ever saw a smile on his face again. He became grumpy and rude. There was no more reason to live, in his opinion, but he couldn’t suicide. He always mocked that way of dying and there was any other choice for him but living to not contradict himself.---Chronicles wouldn’t speak of him if he didn’t do something important during the Great Events. In facts, he’s a very important character in the Story of the World.When War started, he was serving as a soldier. He thought that military exercise would have diminished his rage and it actually did a bit. While training or during battles, he was always speechless, nor he did yell when running into the chaotic cocktail of bodies and iron pieces.And in silence he left. One night, while patrolling the Walls, an enemy sharpshooter hit him in the torso, really close to the heart. It was the first act of the Siege.Agnareth didn’t resist for long. His body and soul were crashed to the deepest. Around him, the doctors watched each the other. They knew he was dead.One of them left the room to give the results to Agnareth’s colleagues and friends. There was no need to speak. A brief nodding confirmed them that he died.---In the meanwhile, the Siege started and the Enemy showed its full potential, striking hard the City and breaking the Walls in no time. The City was lost, desperation and fear spread through it. Agnareth’s corpse was taken at the last moment by his closest friends. They buried him in the Fortress.His smile, alone between many sad and desperate faces, told them he finally met his dears.
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MILCOM Transcript N.293-7-840 Transcripts of Military Communicationsof day 7, March 61 F.T.G.R., serialnumber CKS-7561-A10-X-367432309Classified as: HIGHCOM - Secrecy Priority 1Read and approved by: High Council of New AteroOn day 26, June 70 F.T.G.R.-- Start of transcripts --“Kilo five-one and Kilo five-two, please respond. I repeat, respond.”“Echo-Bravo-five, watch out!”*explosion*“INCOMING!”*another explosion*“Kilo five-one, Kilo five-two! Where’s you? We need ya here immediately!”“Echo one, Kilo five-one and five-two here. What’s up?”“ANOTHER ‘NADE! SCATTER!”*big explosion*“You’re asking me what’s up, while we’re getting kicked by those foolish demons right on the bottom of our backs, to say the least!”“Calm down, Echo one, and report.”“Okay. We need an EVAC now. Echo-Charlie squad is gone, and half of Echo-Bravo has followed ‘em.”“Roger that. Clear the landing zone and we’ll get ya back to home.”“SUPPRESSING FIRE!”“I can’t clear a landin’ zone for you, guys. We’re outnumbered. What the- “*huge explosion*“Echo one! You okay? Echo one, report!”“Aww. Okay. Still here. Go on.”“FRAG OUT!”*distant explosion**screams*“You’ll have EVAC and support. Don’t give up.”“Never done it. By the way, what type of support?”“We’ve got Team Commando on board. Is that enough?”“Glad to hear this. We’re waiting for you.”“Copy that. On our way.”“Full powered engines, Captain. We need to save those poor soldiers. Commander, you ready?”“Affirmative.”“How will you get on the battlefield?”“Just one moment. Echo one, do you hear me? I’m Commando one.”“Affirmative, sir.”“How many enemies are there?”“More than one and a half hundred.”“Thanks. Closing communications. Okay, kids, listen up: we’ve got more than one and a half hundred tangos. We’ll get to the ground by parachute. Throw your incendiary grenades while falling. Detach parachutes when you’ve reached safe distance. Got it?”“SIR, YES, SIR!”“Good. How long for the drop time, pilot?”“One minute, sir.”“Okay. C’mon kids, prepare to drop!”“I can’t find my parachute, sir!”“Look above your head, moron.”“Oh. Whoops. Eh, forgot about that…”“Like always, Commando five.”*bombs start exploding near the vehicle*“We’re above the battlefield, Commander! You better start dropping!”“Solid copy. Let’s rock them! Five, you go first.”“Why me?”“Oh, I forgot why…”“You’re no fun, boss.”“Shut up. Get ready. Three…”“Two…”“One…”“HOO-RAH, FIVE!”*whirling air**a parachute opens*“I’m flying, sir.”“Good. Two, Three, Four. Drop together.”“Give us the mark, sir!”“Whenever you want!”“HOO-RAH, SIR!”“Cya later, kids. Okay, pilot. I’m goin’. Stay above the safe distance. Better not see another Spirit downed.”“Definitely better, sir.”“Have a good morning, Kilo five-one and five-two.”*drops**opens parachute*“Okay, Commando. Maneuver your parachutes to let everyone to be at the same distance from the ground.”“Copy that, Commander. That sounds odd, doesn’t it?”“What, Five?”“Well, if you think about it, sir, you should be Commando Commander.”“Permission to proceed, sir?”“Go, Three.”“Yay! Three, two, one… FACEPALM!”“Hey, would you kindly stop this meme?”“I forgot to, Five.”“Oh, I’m shutting up.”“Yo, kids, stop the jokes and ready your guns. I’ve got tangos in my sight.”“Kilo five-one and Kilo five-two, where’s Commando?”“Look over your head, Echo one.”“What…? Oh. I see ya. Bring the rain, brothers.”“Sure. Start shooting, kids.”“HOO-RAH!”*rifles fire**grenades explode*“Teach ‘em who’s boss!”“Commando One, you’re approaching objective. You better start detaching your parachute.”“Got it, AI. Team Commando, detach your parachutes!”*bodies land onto the battlefield*“Okay, soldiers, we’re here.”“I see. Glad you came.”“We’re in the Army for this, Echo one.”“WOO-HOO! EAT THIS! HAHAHAHA!”*HMG firing*“Is he alright, Commander?”“Yeah. He may not be good at jokes, but Five’s a good soldier. Perhaps a little bit too enthusiastic…”“Hmmm, it really looks like so.”“HAHAHAHA! TASTE IRON!”*HMG and Assault Rifles firing**a few grenades explode*“Commander, they’re fleeing.”“Copy that, Three. Keep firin’.”“C’MON! I’VE GOT ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE!”“Stop firing, Team Commando. They’re gone.”“Now that I was starting enjoying it…”“There’ll be another time, Five. Kilo five-one, Kilo five-two. Do you hear me?”“We read you. What’s up?”“EVAC ready.”“On our way.”“Team Commando, keep the area safe!”“Sir, yes, sir.”*few minutes of silence**two Spirits approach the landing zone*“Okay, jump in, everyone.”“They’re coming back, Commander. Permission to fire?”“Affirmative.”“Present for you, dirty faces.”*Spirit’s ( maybe Kilo five-one ) HMG firing*“Everyone’s onboard, let’s go!”“Solid copy!”“Okay, Echo one. Now we’re safe, so, report. Two, take notes.”“Three soldiers WIA, fifteen KIA. They attacked us while we attempted to reach the bunker. We’ve never reached it, as you should have seen.”“Okay, we’re taking you to a safe place. We all need to take a rest.”-- End of transcripts --Written by: Oracle ( New Atero’s AI)On day 25, June 70 F.T.G.R*Folder N. 293, Section “Operation: COUNTERATTACK”, Shelf “War of the Hidden City”*
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Song of Reconciliation His name was Turgon.He lived near the shores of the sea, in Ga-Wahi. However, he lived as a Matoran in Ta-Wahi, because he was a Matoran of Fire. When he got transformed into a Toa to protect Mata Nui from evil, he decided to move to the quiet sands of the white beaches near the endless water.This caused him to be called “the Good Traitor”, for he abandoned his home village to live forever by the sea. Because indeed Fire ran inside his body, but its speed was low and it was slow to rage, as much as it was slow to forgive crimes: he seemed much more like a Toa of Ice, but he wasn’t silent at all. He loved to speak, laugh, discuss and have fun. His soul was a mixture of many elements, but none of them stood above the others. He was a sort of hybrid.He hated war. It destroyed the silence he liked so much. But when he was called to arms to defend his friends, he didn’t hesitate. The Fire inside him rose and burnt his patience. In facts, Turgon was calm in everyday time, but he was merciless in battle, if said battle compromised the sake of his dears.War spread through the Matoran Universe and Turgon ran where he was needed to be, helping innocents and defeating evil at any cost. For his acts of undoubted bravery, he earned the name of “the Wrath of Fire and Water”.Then something none ever thought to be possible to happen happened: Makuta won. And war seemed to be lost. All seemed to be gone forever. But he didn’t surrender and followed the Toa Nuva in their desperate attempts to gain ground on the overwhelming Evil.---As the Matoran Universe robot landed on Bara Magna and Rakshi got released from it to cause harm and destruction, Turgon went after Tahu and Takanuva to fight the Enemy.But Destiny was behind him: a Rakshi squad detected his presence and attacked him from behind. They kicked him into a deep and long river, then they went back to their headquarters.Desperation captured the hearts of the Matoran and the Toa when they discovered Turgon was not to be found and they presumed him to be dead.In the meanwhile, the Final Battle went on without his support. Toa and Glatorian fought the Dark Armies, knowing they couldn’t beat such an evil power. They desperately raised their weapons against the enemies’ ones, hoping to have the chance to survive enough to take with them as many as they could.---By then, all seemed to be lost. But a sudden yell of the Rakshi stopped for a little bit the raw cruelty of the actions and made everyone look towards the same point: a Toa, clad in red armor and holding a white sword, came out of the nearby river. His eyes looked like flames, while water drops fell to the ground from his body.Beautiful and great as never before, Turgon rose from the river he were threw into to get his revenge. The warriors that retreated to the water line before they could reach their mates gained a new hope: they charged the enemies, having such a skilled swordsman as leader.The Rakshi stepped back, terrorized by the fierce and cruel face of Turgon. The strength of Fire burnt inside him, the tactics of Water were like a flood in his mind, the raw edges of Ice filled his heart. He destroyed as many enemies in that single day as he did in his whole life.However, the Enemy was too strong, even for his fury. His teammates fell, one by one, at his side, and he was forced to retreat to the river which every Rakshi thought had been his death. But he didn’t minimize his rage: if possible, it grew.Suddenly, the enemy legions stepped aside to make their Leader walk to the victim it claimed to be its. The Leader was conscious that Turgon had to been stopped, because many of its best warriors fell under his strikes. And so began the duel which passed to the memories of everyone with the name of “the Lighting of the White Sword”. In facts, Angarauth, “The Judge”, as Turgon’s sword was called, had been filled of the light of the stars when its creator, Renstel, shaped it for the eternity. And every time its metal touched another weapon, it shined of bright light.The Rakshi Leader used a black mace and every hit from it was like a thunder. But the Leader got tired of the fight soon and its eyes hurt due to the intense light of Angarauth. So the Leader gave a rapid glance to one of his servants, which went behind Turgon and tried to assassinate him. But the Toa was an expert and attacked the Rakshi before this one could strike. The ambush cost the life the Toa: the Leader waited only for this. It raised its mace to finish its enemy. Turgon was skilled enough to expect something like that, so he stepped on the left side.Destiny, once again, won against him: the mace hit the ground so violently that Turgon was sent flying until his metallic body met a stone. The impact wounded him and the Leader caught the chance to definitely kill him with a dagger, so it charged on the nearly dead Toa. The blade went deep in the body of the Toa and met with his heart, but his spirit was too strong to die that way. So, Turgon raised Angarauth for the last time and put it in throat of the Leader, extinguishing life in it. Then he drew the sword out of the corpse of his enemy and, thinking to a hot summer day in his old wooden hut on the beach, he died.---When the Final Battle ended and the Peace won the fight with the Darkness, the peoples of Spherus Magna reunited where Turgon fell. His corpse was no longer there: the Rakshi which saw their master dying threw him into the river, being their dirty spirits enraged for the loss of their great Leader. Some say the red armored body shined of a gentle light when it drowned in the cold water. It was never found again.The acts of Turgon still echoed in their memories, so the leaders of the free people of Spherus Magna put a tombstone where the brave Toa gave his last strike to the Evil. It was called “the Wrathstone”. On it, they wrote the following words, which were called “the Eulogy of the Hero of the River”, as Turgon was later called: Our victory was close to yours. But you didn’t have the chance to admire the new world. We’ll always live in the memory of your actions and honor you as the One who killed his Killer. We’ll honor you as the Hero of the River. You will always live in our hearts as one of the heroes of the Final Battle. And we hope that on the Final Days Angarauth the White will rise again to fight the Last Evil. Here fell Turgon of Ga-Wahi. Here rose our hope. ---Turgon’s name and valor were never forgotten by the people of Spherus Magna. Therefore, every year a ceremony was held near the Wrathstone: people came from the farthest regions of the known world to honor him. They came to the mute, empty tomb carrying a sword with themselves. When they had to leave, they put the sword in the ground. So that place was also called “the Hill of the Crying Swords”. And for centuries, until the World changed its face, none of the enemies of the free people of Spherus Magna profaned that place, for the fear of the Wrath of Fire and Water. --- Many of the Toa and Matoran liked to think that, descending the river and being helped by the gentle water creatures which he loved so much, Turgon’s corpse, still holding Angarauth, arrived to the Great Sea. They liked to think that he finally arrived where the beautiful island of Mata Nui once stood and that at last he stopped his journey right were his old home was, on the white shores of Ga-Wahi.
