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A love letter to the Mata Nui Online Game. Le-Koro Platform Le-Koro Platform
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I just recently starting re-reading the comics/books right around when this contest started had some inspiration to create a revamped version of infected Lewa so here's my take. BBC#78 Voting Infected Lewa Revamped Brickshelf Gallery I was a bit limited on pieces as much of my collection is in storage so I made due with what was easily accessible at the time. Might consider updating down the line but pretty happy with how it turned out. Thanks for checking it out and hope you like it enough to vote for it.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "She thinks she is deep-hiding, but what she does not realize is that she will perish like the rest of us!" "You seem to believe that we will perish." "And you do not?" _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Bionicle: Moirai By Alex Palm Review Topic Chapter Select . Prelude . Silence . First Time . The Knot . Drop and Go . - _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Before Le-Koro knew how to train and fly Gukkos, and before Kongu was the Captain of the Force, the village struggled heavily to defend itself against Makuta's forces, primarily against the Nui-Rama swarms: A powerful and merciless enemy characterized by vast numbers and sharp claws. Le-Koro - unable to properly combat the Nui-Rama - has built various squads to seek out and destroy Rama hives in order to drive back the enemy. These guerrilla forces live an incredibly dangerous life, full of doubts and deaths. But their job is too important to be left to nobody at all: They must protect their home. Hidden away in the trees, Le-Koro is hardly a village. It is at war, and it is losing. Hardly able to fight back on the front lines, Le-Koro is losing hope. With more and more casualties, their numbers are dwindling. They cannot hope to defend themselves from extinction unless a solution is found. Bionicle: Moirai follows some of the original defenders of Le-Koro during their war with Makuta, including Kongu. Kongu is the newest addition to one of the oldest teams of Le-Koro. who's made a name for himself as a capable warrior and Le-Koro's fastest leaf-runner. Struggling with ideological battles and the constant threat of death by the Swarm, Kongu's friend and fellow soldier Karata is searching for a last-ditch solution to the problem on everybody's minds: They cannot survive much longer. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Notably, in canon, we have never seen a full explanation for what occurred between the time that the villages were being built, and the time that the Toa Mata arrived to the island, leaving me with plenty of breathing space. That being said, I do not claim to not contradict canon. This particular story is meant to be a precursor to my iteration of Kongu that I play in the BZPRPG. This includes the implementation of certain aspects of the Gukko Force that I've built while playing Kongu there: Characters that existed but are never explored in canon, and original characters. I want to tell what the BZPRPG's Gukko Force's history is. And this is it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "Lies are as relentless as the storm, and as treacherous as the Rama-swarms. Do not take comfort in them." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . Prelude Chapter Select Review Topic Hidden in the shadows, a figure was crouched quietly. Perched upon the strong thick branch, the figure's soft yellow eyes watched the darkness with great intent. Above his obscured head, one hand held onto a wet branch, the fingers wrapped tightly around it as if his life depended on it. In his other hand was a long spear knife, gripped just as tightly. Just under the stone edge was an assortment of beads and feathers. On his back he wore a heavy bamboo disk, covered in a dark ornate pattern, adding to the weight he had upon his perch. Additionally, around his waist the figure wore a long slender knife. Made of bone, it was clear that the blade had seen plenty of use. It had been discolored over time; stained by the insides of his enemy. The handle of the blade had been messily painted. The bright yellows, reds, and blues had begun to fade away as well, an indicator of its age. The figure readjusted his handle on the tree-branch, shifting his weight to his other hip. It had not stopped raining for over three days now. The Matoran glanced upwards, trying to see through the assorted leaves, his eyes blinking unintentionally as each drop struck his face. Through the heavy foliage and the falling droplets, the yellow eyes gazed upwards, longing for the stars to come out again. He had not forgotten that the clouds still covered them, but it didn't stop him from trying to see anyways. He breathed in, letting out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes. He could feel the wet drops of rain roll down his face and his shoulders, cooling him off. Kongu wished to see the stars again almost as much as he wished for the war to be over. The Matoran of Air turned his gaze back to the darkness, letting his hand leave the first branch to grip onto another one. He moved forward away from the branch, closer to the darkness, Kongu's yellow eyes regained their attentiveness, just as a low whistle sounded behind and below him. Kongu did not remove his eyes from the deeper jungle, but he did return the whistle. After a moment, Kongu - under the sounds of the heavy rain - could hear the slight scuffing of foot on branch directly behind him. He turned his head to see the newcomer. She, like Kongu, had many dark complex tattoos along her body, wrapping mostly around her torso, but some extended to the forearms and lower legs. Her face was slim and serious, her muscular body pulling herself closer to Kongu. She whispered a simple greeting to her fellow Matoran of Air, "Kongu." Kongu gives her a small soft smile, "Kana." "How is your watch?" She asks, rather simply, stepping over to an adjacent branch. The wood bends slightly, and water falls from the leaves. Kana vanishes behind a veil of black-greens. "It is well." Kongu responds, "I have not heard nor seen any sign of trouble-danger since this morning." He says, pausing for quite a while, "I do wish the rain-fall would stop though." "I thought you liked the rain-fall," the faceless voice spoke from her position next to Kongu. "Rain-fall, yes. Crazy-storm, not so much. Not ones that last this long at least," Kongu sighs before suddenly speaking with a slightly more pleased tone, as if remembering something important to him, "The jungle-song is drowned out, and I cannot see the sun or the moon." "At least it slows them down." Kana says flatly. Neither say anything, the mere mention of the creatures they fight bringing the conversation to a sudden sullen stop. They sit for a long time, not speaking, totally silent. Kongu's gripping his spear somewhat nervously while Kana continues to look on; still invisible to even Kongu's eyes. After at least five or six minutes Kana looks over to Kongu, trying to spot an outline in his muscular form against the night. She's unable to as a result of the darkness. She changes the subject, "Do you think Karata has found her solution Kongu?" Kongu mulls this over for a minute, chewing down on his lip as he changes his position to a seated one, "I do not know," he says slowly, turning his head over to where he knows Kana is crouched, "What do you think?" "With respect," Kana starts, also sitting, "Nobody has ever ridden a Gukko before. I think that wind-flying is impossible, and Karata is wasting her time trying," the Leaf-runner says with a clear sense of disdain. Kongu's eyes remain affixed on the darkness ahead, having shifted away from his friend who continues, "It is nothing more than a foolish dream, and Karata is nothing more than a slow-thinking fool if she wishes to chase that dream while the rest of us are fighting. Some of us dying," Kongu doesn't say anything, remaining rather quiet, "I think she is simply afraid of the fate that awaits her out here in the jungle, and has constructed a lie to allow her to stay behind without consequence. She has tricked Turaga Matau in an effort to stay alive, when we all know very well-" He has heard a similar spiel before. Not just from Kana either. Kongu interrupts calmly, "That she will suffer the same fate we will?" already knowing the end of her sentence before she could've spoken it. "Yes! She thinks she is deep-hiding, but what she does not realize is that she will perish like the rest of us!" "You seem to believe that we will perish," The Matoran of Air says with a sense of defiance, finally looking away from the jungle depths and back at Kana. "And you do not?" Kana says with some volume of venom in her tone, "Kongu, you know better than I, the Rama-swarm is too great an enemy for us." Kongu falls silent. Time passes as quickly as the rain falls. Kongu now feeling the water not as a coolant, but as a heavy weight; bogging him down and making him feel weary. Kana looks down with a softened look on her face, hidden by the shadow. Her voice is slightly shaken and low, "The Captain said you can go back to the camp now." Kongu nods and pulls himself back up into a seated position, not saying anything, "And Kongu?" He stops, turning again to Kana, "Yes Kana? "Lies are as relentless as the storm, and as treacherous as the Rama-swarms," She looks to him, "Do not take comfort in them." Kongu doesn't say anything, and instead slips silently to a lower branch next to the trunk, leaving Kana to watch the darkness alone.
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I've been trying to find a Rahi to make for a MOC Contest and while I was searching for ideas on BS01, I stumbled upon a Rahi named "Giant Swamp Lizard". It had no page dedicated to itself and it's only description was that it resided in Le-Koro. I would like to build it, but I would like to know what BIONICLE related media it came from.
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I assume this is a large file, so here is the link to the scanI Decided to draw this (it took around 15 minutes to an hour, I wasn't keeping track of time) when I got 1,000 posts. (people still do 1k post specials, right ?)That is all
