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  1. This may be a bit of an over-ambitious leap, but could it be possible that the kestora are matoran of shadow? Firstly, shadow is the only element not to be naturally represented in a tribe of matoran, despite not being considered evil when the MU was created. This is a perfect slot for the kestora to fill. Secondly, kestora are not sapient unlike matoran, but this is only because they were excluded from Velika's awakening. If they were inside the robot during the awakening, there is no reason why they would not have gained sapience. Thirdly, their colours are black and purple. Although they lack red, these two colours are both related to shadow. Fourthly, their job is perfectly themed for shadow matoran; resurrecting the dead. The Makuta are the most shadow themed species in the MU, and specialise as scientists. Necromancy of mechanical beings is a rather morbid and "sciency" task, relating the element of shadow. Fifthly, they are perfect mirrors of av-matoran, who are linked to the opposite element. The av-matoran are located in the heart of the MU, while the kestora live on the edge. Karda-Nui resurrects the Great Spirit, while the Red Star resurrects its inhabitants. The energy storms represent rebirth, while the Red Star is almost like an afterlife. Of course, there are problems with this theory. Why aren't the kestora called kra-matoran if they are matoran? My best answer is because the matoran named themselves after they became sapient. I don't think this is a certain fact, but it's my best answer. Any criticism pointing out mistakes I made is welcome, and thank you for any feedback!
  2. So, recently I've been thinking about the Kestora and what they do, and I became curious regarding their origin and nature. Frankly, we know little about them, and here are the facts we know so far, according to BS01: Sapient species created by the GBsPurple and black armor (irrelevant info really)Wear Kanohi masks but cannot access the powerNo powers2 populationsCity of Silver DimensionRed StarBoth populations seem to have little regard for other lifeformsCoSD Kestora invade a city and laugh at Takanuva's faceRS Kestora are "morbidly curious" and have no problems dissecting MU beings Now, that I laid out some of the facts regarding Kestora, I would like to to present you my 3 hypothesis, which might have little evidence, but do seem to follow a pattern. Hypothesis #1: The Kestora were based on the Bone Hunters. Now, I know this sounds weird, but this is what I have in mind: the GBs seemed to base most of the species they created in the MU on an already existing species on Spherus Magna. Matoran and Toa are examples of species that the GBs created to inhabit Mata Nui. Also, while they didn't directly create the Bohrok, they surely impacted their inception and based their form on a former creation, the Baterra. Based on this, I think that the Great Beings wanted to create hardy, resilient, diminutive creatures that would be more aggressive, morbid, and able to perform the "dirtiest" job in the Universe. Since the Bone Hunters have a culture of piracy and "survival of the fittest" ideology, the GBs decided to base their morticians/undertakers (for a lack of better word) on this violent race on Spherus Magna. Hypothesis #1.5: The Kestora were based on the Skrall This one is a bit more far-fetched. Most of the reasons I gave for Kestora being based on the Bone Hunters applies to the Skrall: both species are violent, militaristic, xenophobic, etc. However, the Skrall come in as candidates as their culture is much more... "swarmish" as the workers pretty much do whatever for the greater "good". Hypothesis #2: The Kestora are Matoran prototypes. This one is my personal favorite. So lets begin. First of all, the Kestora wear masks and seem to look similar to Matoran, however they are powerless much like the Agori which they were based off of. The idea that they came before the Matoran and are their forefathers also comes from the fact that the GBs creations tend to be quite violent. Helryx, Orde, Karzahni, Zyglak (even if they were and accident), Fire Emblem, Tren Krom were all very... Cold, and seemed to have hot tempers. The Kestora are this way as well. They don't care for other life forms, and are purely focused on their tasks. My idea is that the GBs saw this, they noticed how violent and brutal this things were when they first activated them, so they decided to shove some of the population in a pocket dimension, and used the rest for a morbid task that would fit their nature. Another reason they might have abandoned them in favor for the Matoran might be due to their absentmindedness. References: BS01 (Kestora, Great Beings, Toa, Matoran, Agori, Glatorian, Skrall, Baterra, Red Star) Please read the evidence I provided for the hypothesis you wish to respond to, but if tl;dr is your case, here's the summary: #1: Kestora are based on Bone Hunters cuz they're both violent little creatures. #1.5: Kestora are based on Skrall due to the shared swarm-like mentality. #2: Kestora are Matoran prototypes and were originally based on Agori, but were replaced by Matoran as they were too morbid/violent/aggressive. Thanks for reading.
  3. Reading "The Powers That Be", it's clear that we still don't understand everything that goes on in the Red Star. So I'm going to pick it apart and try to make some sense of the parts that are still confusing. “I had not thought of the star in so long,” Gaardus continued. “Not since the death of the Nynrah. The star was why I stayed in the Nynrah’s village for so long after my escape. Now I wonder if what I was waiting for was up there, not down among the land and water.” So we can infer that when the Nyrah were killed, Gaardus knew they would be going to the Red Star. But his second comment is strange. It seems that when he escaped, he already knew of the Red Star. Did he die before his transformation, and somehow remember the Red Star? Or did the procedure kill him? If so, how did he go straight back to the village after he was revived? Did he just teleport home after being revived and relocated? And the big question: why did the Red Star motivate him to stay in his village? And what was he waiting for? Pohatu looked down the hallway. Three small beings clad in purple and black armor were moving toward them. Something about them seemed vaguely familiar, like Pohatu had heard them described before, but he couldn’t remember when. As soon as they saw the two Toa and their winged companion, they seemed to grow very alarmed. “What are you doing here?” one of the beings asked. “You need to go back. You should be gone by now.” “No,” said another. “Don’t you remember what happened the last time? They wouldn’t go back and we had to --” The third interrupted, pointing at Gaardus. “That one has been here before. He was the last. He must know why no one can go now.” “But look at them!” said the first to speak. “It must be working again, or how could they be here like that?” The others paused, as if acknowledging their friend had a point. The one who had remembered Gaardus nodded, saying, “Very well. But if it doesn’t work, do we need to end them like the other ones?” All three little beings produced wicked looking hand weapons. “Naturally,” said the first. “How else are we to make things right?” Here many of the implications are things we already understand. The Kestora are familiar to Pohatu because Takanuva encountered them in another universe and evidently told him about them. They see the live visitors loitering in their hall and want them sent back. But the sendback failed long ago. Gaardus was the last sent back, and they blame him. The next comment is bizarre, though. What must be working again? The sendback is the only thing we know is broken. Must the sendback be working for revived beings to be wandering the Star? Or did the sendup also break? If it did, it must have been after Mavrah's sendup only 1000 years ago. After that... so apparently they destroy those that can't return. Great. “We are the Kestora,” said one of the purple and black beings. “We are the ones who keep this place operating. But it has not been operating, not for a very long time. And it is his fault,” he added, pointing at Gaardus. “I said – oh, never mind, you know what I said,” Pohatu chuckled. “Now what’s all this about coming and going? What is this, some kind of a transport hub?” “In a sense,” said one of the Kestora. “Yes, you might say that,” said the second. “Or you might not,” the third interjected. “Anyway, the three of you need to be going. You got what you came here for, time to leave.” This is all stuff we understand. What a relief! “Now, listen. Where is it we are supposed to be going?” “Back to Mata Nui, of course,” said one of the Kestora, as if he we speaking to a child. “Back where you belong.” “Mata Nui is so much junk in the Bara Magna desert by now,” said Pohatu. “You guys must not get out much.” “If that’s true, then we can’t send them back,” said the first Kestora. “There is nowhere to send them back to.” “Well, they can’t stay here,” said the second firmly. “We have too many as it is.” “We could keep them,” suggested the third. “Maybe a dissection would tell us why they can’t go back. Of course, we tried that before, and all we wound up with was a mess … a lot of messes, actually … but maybe this time --” So we learn that there are too many revived dead on the Red Star. Why? Didn't the Kestora destroy some? Do they have a limit on how many they can destroy? Are any at all too many? So this is apparently why they destroyed those that can't be sent back: for answers. It explains why they haven't destroyed everyone. Dissections take time. Kopaka triggered his Akaku Nuva, piercing the walls around him with x-ray vision. In one direction, there was nothing to see but outer space. In the other, he saw things – a lot of things – he could have lived without seeing. When he spoke, his voice was raw. “We need to move,” said Kopaka. “Now.” “What’s the matter?” “You don’t want to know. Grab my hand. We’re finding a way out of this.” The sounds were coming closer now. Some sounded like rodents skittering, others like bodies being dragged across a metal floor. At one point, they saw a lighted corridor up ahead, but as they approached, the lights went off there too. Worse, the noises were starting to come from up ahead as well as behind. Okay, there are lots and lots of unpleasant things I can imagine crawling around the Red Star. But it seems from the manipulation of the lighting that the Kestora are using them deliberately as a security measure. “It’s not safe out there,” their rescuer said. “But then you probably figured that out. A lot of very unhappy people up here, you know.” And what exactly does Mavrah mean, 'out there?' Do he and others stick to hiding places in the Red Star? Lots of questions here, any attempts to answer them would be welcome.
  4. I've been having some thoughts about the sanity of the Kestora: this has come up in a few other topics regarding their behavior on the Red Star, and the general image I've seen is that the Kestora are considered to be insane for their attitude toward Life from the Matoran Universe. I'd submit that, rather than their views being those of people with a questionable psychological state, their views toward the MU Inhabitants are simply different and reflect a lack of understanding that the MU Inhabitants are fully alive and aware as we know them to be. In "The Yesterday Quest" Ch. 1, Angonce is shown to have fairly mixed feelings regarding the MU people fighting and dying for their freedom. He uses the phrase "nanotech creations" as a general descriptor and "bio-mechanical servitors" to label their expected behavior. Their current status as a new species is explained as their being "glitches" in the AI. Alright, so we all knew that last point, but it is an important thing. My theory is that the Kestora are simply acting according to their perception of the MU Races as simply being nanotech robots which are deviating from their expected course of behavior. Through their experiments they seek to determine a cause for the failure of their own systems by looking at the defects in the MU AI's. It's disturbingly reminiscent of horrific endeavors like those of the Nazis who sought to create a master race by experimenting with fixing the "defects" of "lower people." Only instead we are taking apart sentient computers to figure out how their bugs might be affecting the effectiveness of the overall system we are trying to maintain. Thoughts? Did I miss a Greg answer or story detail that tells us the Kestora are nuts?
  5. 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!
  6. This is my theory regarding the City of Silver and the beings within it.Okay, so the Great beings created a population of Kestora and placed them in the Red Star. Why? To maintain it, much like the Matoran. My theory is that Kestora serve a similar purpose to the Matoran, to maintain the Red Star much like the Matoran did the MU. However, the Matoran simply kept an eye on systems, operated the few systems that Mata Nui had no conscious control over, and repaired where needed. Mata Nui, having a mind of his own, did much of the actual work. However, the Red Star is mainly a tool for Mata Nui. It is also much more complex. Mata Nui: Fly around, gather data, fix a planet. Red Star: Help Mata Nui achieve liftoff, moniter the MU to know when it is needed, turn Matoran into Toa with more power than they know what to do with, generate and contain energy to give Mata Nui the aforementioned boost, etc. And all without a guiding consciousness. That is why the Red Star uses Kestora rather than Matoran, and why I think the Kestora originally had sapience rather than the accidental intelligence of the Matoran, and thus did what I theorize happened in the City of Silver without a second thought. So why are there Kestora in the City of Silver? And what of the Spectral Mask and City-building creatures?I think that the City of Silver is a pocket dimension that was created as a failsafe, as we all know that GBs love failsafes. I believe that it was created by the hidden GB, who knows about the gaining of sapience, meant as a refuge for MU inhabitants should something make MU conditions unsafe, such as genocide or Mata Nui dying, although it has never been used out of the GB's secrecy and the Matoran's ignorance. So that it may be discovered, it was pre-programmed into all Olmaks, which was why a damaged one took Takanuva there accidentally. The Spectral mask, in the shape of a Hau, which is both a symbol for Mata Nui and a familiar and comforting sight to the Matoran, was intended to be their guide to the pocket dimension. The city-building creatures were probably intended to make sure that, conveniently, the Matoran already had cities made for them when they got there. However, a handful of Kestora, using one of the Red Star's machines, accidentally wound up there, in an incomplete city. They saw the opportunity for more territory, so they used their advanced intelligence, created weapons, drove out the creatures, and conquered it. With the MU already out of balance, this could be dangerous. Therefore, when Takanuva stumbled there, the Spectral Mask urged him to help drive out the Kestora and allow the creatures to complete this hidden refuge.So, make sense?
  7. Katuko

    Spaced Out

    SPACED OUTA story about being alone, confused and cold. In space.Written by Katuko. It was dark. Everything was dark. Well, not everything. There were a couple of flashing lights inside the strange creature's head, but it was certain that came from... whatever had made it black out in the first place. It opened its eyes. Well, "open" may be the wrong word, given their mechanical nature. As they flickered back to life, however, they began glowing a deep red. On, open, glowing... it's the same thing in the end, thought the creature. Its thought processes paused momentarily as various signals pulsed throughout its body, relaying information back to the brain. The news were not good. Shell damage extensive, but not immediately dangerous. Major damage to rear section: back, neck, head and leg joints. Minor damage to arms, hands, hand shields and facial armor. Krana cockpit secure. Stored air: 0%. Nearby sources of air: 0%. The Bohrok frowned as much as a machine could possibly do, which wasn't much. As it processed the last few words, its mind suddenly jolted back to full awareness. No air? Oh, you got to be kidding me.It looked around, suddenly aware that everything was still black except a few lights here and there. It's weightless nature was now painfully obvious. I'm in friggin' space. Nuhvok-Kal should have seen me now. That guy has a sick obsession with placing things in orbit. Lehvak-Kal twisted his head, trying to locate his home, the island of Mata Nui. Unfortunately for him, the island was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the planet itself was nowhere to be seen. He tried to groan in frustration, but no sound came out. Oh, right. Space.With nothing else to do, he tried moving an arm. The limb shuddered a bit, but did not have any problems with operating as it should. Still, the outer armor looked battered and scorched, and the large, claw-like shields attached to the hands were slightly bent. Son of a Rahkshi, I look terrible. Wish I had a mirror... my back's probably even worse. A few minutes later, after checking all his limbs and other systems, Lehvak-Kal was bored. Really bored. So bored, in fact, that he couldn't come up with anything else to think about than how bored he was. Luckily, after getting bored about thinking about how bored he was – and briefly considering going clinically insane just to spice things up – something drifted into view. Something red. What... is that? he thought. The Bohrok tried moving his body towards the thing, but without any means of propulsion that proved impossible. Lehvak-Kal was left swimming in the vacuum, getting increasingly frustrated. He looked at his hand shields. Yeah, you guys were terribly useful... you stupid pieces of scrap. 'Vacuum Shields', hah! You suck. Like, literally suck, because you are vacuu—ohforgetit. You're useless. Always needs to take in air before blowing it out again. Yeah, that worked real well, didn't it? Lehvak-Kal flailed around, desperately trying to move himself, but in space there was nothing he could do. He kept complaining in his mind. I swear, everyone else got cool stuff like super-hot plasma and magnetism and lightning, but I? I get vacuum. Not even air, just vacuum. I got the awesome power of controlling nothing! Friggin' Bahrag, they had it coming... And even when I finally got enough power to do some damage with these shields, they ended up blowing me through three miles of rock and into space. Thank the Great Beings they didn't give my body any way of feeling pain... The red object had gotten closer now. Lehvak-Kal wasn't sure if it was moving towards him or if it was he who was still going forwards from him little mishap back on Mata Nui, but in any case he estimated that it wouldn't take him more than a few minutes to reach it. As minutes became hours, however, Lehvak-Kal got bored again. Whatever the red thing was it was obvious that he was on a collision course with it, but apparently he would rust away before he got that far. For the twenty-first time in twice as many minutes, he aimed his shields at his feet and set the triggers to "blow" before activating their power. And for the twenty-first time in the same amount of attempts, nothing happened. He cursed. Again. *** Even as time passed, Lehvak-Kal's sense of time never failed, and he never lost count of his number of attempts to make his shields work. He was a robot, after all, and even though his "brain" was organic, his personality and way of thinking was hardwired into the body itself, along with several system instruments. Among them was a calculator, and a clock. He knew its way of dividing the day into hours was most likely irrelevant in the middle of deep space, but at least he knew how much time had passed. Lehvak-Kal knew he had blacked out some time after his organics got shaken up from the first three or four impacts on the rough way from the island's underground tunnels and up. He distinctly remembered seeing a bright flash of white with a black silhouette in the middle before he fainted. The Bohrok now realized that what he had seen was the snow on the top of the island's highest mountain, with the silhouette being himself – or rather, the hole he had made. The last recorded time before blackout was 14:10. The last system check happened at 14:42. Lehvak-Kal was confused. I was out for barely half an hour, he thought. I can't possibly have left the planet behind in that time. He shook his head. Maybe Nuhvok-Kal made it collapse in on itself or something. You never know what gravity can do when turned up to eleven. *** 1356, said the calculator. One thousand three hundred and fifty-six, muttered Lehvak-Kal to himself, despite the all-encompassing silence of space. He pointed his shields at his feet again. One thousand three hundred and fifty-seven. Nothing. Curses. *** The red object had definitely grown larger, but it was still miles away, as far as Lehvak-Kal could tell. He had spent the last hour speculating on his current life, and had concluded that he was lucky after all. Sure, he was trapped in space, but he was the sole survivor of an apparent global disaster, and that certainly trumped being a victim of it. At first he had felt a strange sense of loss when he remembered that all his Krana had been left behind in the hive, but he was a machine, and machines tended to get over such trivial matters. His personality wasn't stripped of all emotion, though. He distininctly remembered feeling glee, anger and confusion... but pride had always been the most prominent emotion, especially back when he and the rest of the Bohrok-Kal fought the Toa Nuva. In the end, it was also pride and egomania that resulted in him absorbing too much power. He felt like an amateur villain. Beaten by his own powers. His own, useless powers. How maddingly ironic. His thoughts returned to the Krana stationed in the cockpit inside his brain. He knew that the thing was organic, and that every action he decided to take was somehow being calculated and then performed via it. It was his brain, after all, yet he knew that it had a mind of its own. Krana were shaped like masks, and they were possible to eject in case the Bohrok body got irreparably damaged. Their shape meant that they could also attach themselves to someone's head and control their minds. Krana also had special powers when inside a Bohrok, being able to draw from the Bohrok body's energy in order to do things like creating forcefields or make the Bohrok levitate. And yet, Lehvak-Kal knew that whenever his Krana was changed, he would just black out for a second. His mind did not move with the Krana. He ended up thinking of them simply as organic programs, but he was always a bit paranoid, afraid that they would end up relaying his toughts to everyone else in the swarm. It was their purpose, after all, to think and administrate thoughts. Still, with his personality firmly rooted in his own body, he felt reasonably certain that his thoughts wouldn't be stored in the Krana after removal. He could never be certain of what it was thinking while it acted like his brain, however. Maybe it doesn't think at all? Or does it think whatever I think? Are my thoughts its thoughts until it gets removed? His Krana hurt from thinking too hard. Whatever the case may be, it's certainly strained right now. Better leave the issue alone. With his philospohical debate done, Lehvak-Kal instead assessed the situation at hand. After nearly wrecking his body with an overpowered blast of air from his vacuum shields, he had been launched into space, where he had now been for hours. Luckily he didn't need to breathe, but the lack of air meant that he couldn't propel himself anywhere with his shields. Right now he was drifting towards an unknown location, while his home planet was assumed to be destroyed. All in all, not a good day. In his head sat a Krana Xa-Kal: a Liberator'. Unfortunately, its only power was to awaken the Bahrag, who were now gone. Definitely not his best day. Space was cold. Lehvak-Kal could almost feel his limbs make cracking noises as he kept moving them to prevent freezing. Sooner or later, though, they would definitely freeze, and there was nothing he could do about it. He found himself wishing for a certain Krana which he knew provided resistance to both heat and cold when active, but shook the idea from him. There was no use in wishful thinking. Cold, tactical analysis was all that mattered. Lehvak-Kal fired up his system scan. Warning: Extensive shell damage. Major damage to rear section, minor damage to limbs, hand shields and facial armor. Krana cockpit secure, though chilled. Temperature steadily dropping. Estimated time until fatal freezing: 2 days. Soon enough, he turned the system scan off again and went back to wishful thinking. It made him happier. *** Space wasn't just cold, it was also very empty. Sure enough, there were stars everywhere, but until now Lehvak-Kal hadn't seen anything else of interest. He had shut his system down in order to pour all the energy into defrosting his body, but it hadn't helped. The flashing message on his screen informed him that he had less than a day left before he would freeze to death. Or rather: His Krana would. With it gone, however, the Bohrok couldn't continue to operate. Lehvak-Kal's body would shut down, and then he would be left floating in space as a lifeless hunk of metal forever. If Mata Nui was truly gone, then there would never be any more Krana either, and so there was little chance that he would be picked up and awoken even after a few millennia. Just as he was about to give up all hope, however, another system message flashed in his mind. Suprisingly enough, it was the altitude meter. Height: 300 feet above ground. Lehvak-Kal refreshed it. It must be a mistake. Height: 250 feet above ground. Confused, he looked around. There was nothing in front of him. Height: 200 feet above ground. 150 feet. 100. 50 feet above ground. Warning: Speed too high. Brace for impact. Lehvak-Kal realized what has happening just a moment before he slammed violently into something very, very hard. The shock tore off part of his left leg and made a large dent in his left arm. The world spun until his system managed to recalibrate itself. Once it was done, he felt something strange: gravity. He could tell up from down again. Rolling over onto his front, Lehvak-Kal used his good arm to lift himself slightly off the metallic surface. It was glowing in a bright red color, and was apparently quite hot. He couldn't feel it, but he still welcomed the warmth. The frost in his body was already melting away. What in the blazes...The Bohrok dragged himself over to an apparent seam in the metal. It was clearly marked: Emergency exit. Without a second thought, Lehvak-Kal rammed the tip of his right vacuum shield into the crack. Unfortunately, he was unable to wedge the hatch open. Before long, however, it was flung open, and Lehvak-Kal recoiled as a small, purple being in black armor pointed the muzzle of a laser gun at him. It lifted an eyebrow in surprise, then lowered its weapon and waved for him. Lehvak-Kal crawled over to the hatch and pulled himself into the little chamber inside. The being closed the hatch, then signaled via radio to another. A loud hiss was heard as air poured into the chamber. Lehvak-Kal was relieved to finally hear sound again. "I don't know who you are," he began, but was interrupted by the smaller being. "Shut up!" it said. "You are the one who's going to answer questions here." "Uh..." Lehvak-Kal said, before being rudely interrupted in the form of a laser shot to his right foot. He cursed, and was rewarded with another shot to the same foot. With the Bohrok's left leg too damaged to be of use, they both crumpled under his weight. He was now without legs to stand on. "I said shut up," shouted the being hysterically, "and when I say shut up, you shut up!" "Hey, calm down, I wasn't trying to—" "SHUT UP!" Another laser shot sent one of Lehvak-Kal's shields flying. Hearing it clatter against the wall of the chamber, he wisely decided to shut up. *** Things were looking slightly better than before. True, the insane purple alien had fired enough shots to melt most of Lehvak-Kal's body, but that had mercifully also melted his gun. After that, two of the being's coworkers had arrived, shoved him out the door and taken over interrogations. "What are you doing here?" asked the first. "How did you get out of the robot?" "What robot?" asked Lehvak-Kal, still confused. The second being, who was holding a rectangular piece of metal in his hand, glanced at the other and pointed at something on the metal. "He wouldn't know," he said. "The Bohrok were never meant to see the whole thing." "The whole what?" asked Lehvak-Kal. "The robot whose face you've been cleaning, of course," answered the first being, grabbing the plate and turning it around. On it was an image of a large, Toa-like figure, with a shape resembling the island of Mata Nui carved around its head. Lehvak-Kal's mind churned; puzzle pieces slowly falling into place. The tunnels... the island's "face"... the metal beneath... The purple beings noticed that he went silent and exchanged a telling glance. "This must be one of the older models... it doesn't think very fast." "What do you call this robot, then?" Lehvak-Kal finally asked. "Why, Mata Nui of course." "Mata Nui, after the Great Spirit?" Another glance. Lehvak-Kal felt insulted. "No," answered the being with the tablet. "Mata Nui as in the robot Mata Nui. 'Great Spirit'... What did you think he was? Some kind of god?" The two beings giggled. Lehvak-Kal made a hollow, rattling sound, like metal parts being tossed into a crate. "What was that?" asked one of them. "Oh, nothing, just the last piece of my sanity collapsing, I think," answered Lehvak-Kal. "Never mind that." "Good. Now that that's explained, it's your turn. How did you get out? Why were you in space?" "I got out... around the time my shields overloaded and launched me through a few miles of solid rock and then into friggin' space," Lehvak-Kal answered. "That was two days ago. Since then I've just been drifting, until I finally hit you by sheer luck." "I don't buy that. After the Bohrok-Kal disaster, we assumed you had been blown into the ocean and never bothered searching. That was year ago, by the way. The Bohrok swarms were released again a few days ago and cleansed the island like the extravagant housemaids they were supposed to be. I'll never get why the Great Beings bothered to make them instead of a giant pair of windshield wipers, but that's besides the point. The robot left Aqua Magna immediately afterwards, and arrived at Bara Magna as planned not too long after. After a rather entertaining fight between an old Great Being robot prototype and your own dear home robot, the moons were reunited into Spherus Magna. The prototype fell apart after fullfilling Mata Nui's mission, and your 'bot was, unfortunately, headshotted by a moon. Well, moon fragment; whatever, it was still wicked sick to witness. I wish I had caught it on tape, you would have loved it." Lehvak-Kal was, at this point, more confused than ever. "Mata Nui... is gone?" "Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Technically, he's not gone, his spirit's just dormant in a mask, but the robot is permanently offline, yes. Most of the inhabitants survived, I think, but I don't think we'll be needing the Bohrok anymore. You're without a job, pal. A year ago I wouldn't have thought it possible. But! I digress! Now, tell me: how did you get from Aqua Magna, the moon, to this station? We are approximately 120 000 miles away from your original location. If you were launched a full year ago, you should either have made contact with Bara Magna or lost in deep space after a few days.The chance of you randomly hitting us is next to zero." Lehvak-Kal was still in shock. "One year? A whole year?" The purple being stared at him for a moment before answering. "Yes, that's right. One year." "I blacked out. I never thought I had been out for that long. If what you say is true..." "It is, I guarantee." "...then I'm no longer on the island of Mata Nui, I'm... where, exactly?" "Why, you're in the Red Star, of course." The hollow sound of rattling metal filled the air. *** The sun was shining as Lehvak-Kal touched down on the surface of Spherus Magna. He looked up, and had to shield his new eyes from the sun. In the sky high above him hung the Red Star, which he now knew to be no star at all. Its inhabitants, the Kestora, had told him everything he needed to know about this new world, and they had been kind enough to fix his body. Well, 'fix' was probably not the right word. They didn't have any Bohrok parts accessible, so they had ended up transferring the parts holding his personality into an old Le-Matoran body. Why they had parts from dead Matoran lying around, Lehvak-Kal dared not ask. What was important was that it had worked. He could never pass for a real Matoran, given that the Kestora had still put a Bohrok-esque head on the body, but he wasn't worried about that. He didn't plan on acting like one either. He had asked where his Krana went, but the Kestora had just poked his new chestplate and grinned. He knew something organic was in there, but again he dared not ask just what they had done to it. His mind still worked, so evidently the Krana was either functional or... replaced. By something. In his head. He forced back the urge to scream at the realization. They had also only managed to salvage parts of one of his vacuum shields, but that was fine with him. The useless shields had been reduced to two prongs that now extended from his left hand. They still had enough power left to cause a breeze. Even more useless than before, he thought at first, and tried to pry them off in favor of some other tool. He soon found that he couldn't. "The little purple leprechauns have welded them on," he groaned, before looking over the rest of his arm. It was his old arm, with the dents roughly hammered out. "And yeah, good job on that one, Kestora," he muttered, before setting off in the direction of the fallen Great Spirit robot. *** Two days, lots of walking and lots of muttered curses later, Lehvak-Kal finally reached the settlement he had hoped to see. Just down the hill, he could see Toa, Matoran, Vortixx, Skakdi and plenty of other species he didn't even know the name of working together. For some reason, he felt the urgent need to set up a cleaning and/or demolishing service. There were no fellow Bohrok in sight, however, and without a squad, he couldn't do much. Annoyed, he tapped a working Matoran on the shoulder, and asked: "Hey, pal, do you need some demolishing done? You see, I'm a Bohrok, and—" Lehvak-Kal had, for some reason, fully expected to get a friendly answer. What met him instead was a shocked face and a scream, followed by another few screams from the nearby Matoran, followed by Toa yelling, followed by people running around and panicking and then running some more. Lehvak-Kal could have sworn he heard the words "Franken-Matoran", whatever the blazes that referred to. All in all, it was not his best day.THE END
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