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The Makuta Usurpation


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In an alternate Reign of Shadows timeline...

 

See? This plan is flawless. It was always going to work. Just like the dynasties that came before them, Mata Nui must eventually fall. It is plain destiny that Teridax was going to succeed in his ingenious plan. It has been so cleverly calculated over the course of thousands of years. It all pays off at this very point... for him, at least.

 

On the other hand, it's too good for me. Knowing that Teridax attempted to kill me and my brethren in the heart of the Matoran Universe is unsettling enough. Now, I'm stuck in a measly shack in the abominable island that is Xia. By the Great Beings, I despise this place. Now that Teridax is in control, this place bears a striking resemblance to Karzahni. We have everything here; the slaving Matoran, the uninhabitable, barren landscape, a dictatorial overseer... the list goes on. However, it has gotten progressively worse with the military boom, if you will. For every minute that passes by, another ten Exo-Toa roam the streets and the Universe. In fact, I believe the curfew starts now. Awaiting a thorough and brutal inspection by Exo-Toa in three... two... one...

 

The door is bashed down the towering enforcers with prejudice as they immediately start ransacking the claustrophobic room in a seeking frenzy for any weapons or artifacts. The Exo-Toa are aggressively proficient, managing to search through every chest and compartment in seconds. "Xia Citizen Number 895200, your personal room is free of any items that may pose a threat to our great Overseer. Thank you for your cooperation." says the commanding Exo-Toa in a monotonous, robotic voice. The Exo-Toa then proceed to exit the room in an orderly fashion and do a strip-search of another hundred thousand more personal rooms. Right as they see themselves out and are out of the room, the resident shapeshifts back into his original form. "Well, another day, another inspection," he groans. "That'll be my energy consumption for the day."

 

Elsewhere...

 

"Alright, we're in Xia, now what? We can't just stroll in." says Hafu. 

 

"Well, we... can... just stroll in. To them, we're just another bunch of Matoran for the factories to take," replies Garan. "We just need to find our mystery man."

 

"And why exactly do we trust him with this?" queries Idris. "I hear that he's unstable and cannot be trusted."

 

"See here... Idris. This mastermind has a pension for holding a grudge against the current ruler of this universe and having invaluable powers, so this bet is as good as any." responds Garan.

 

"Still unstable though." says Faiyok.

 

"You know, Faiyok, I think it's best if we shut our mouths and go in. Agreed?" commands Garan.

 

Idris, Hafu and Faiyok nod their heads in unison. It was at that point that they stepped into a truly dangerous place. Garan and Idris had each experienced the nightmarish island of Karzahni, but this was far worse. Right as they were walking in the realm of oppression, they have no idea what's in store for them.

 

* * *

 

"Well, back to work it is. Don't you just love supplying military equipment to the cruel Makuta that rules the Universe? Because I certainly don't. Speaking of tiny biomechanical machines that are oppressively ruled by Teridax, where are those Matoran? I thought we agreed on a meeting place. I guess it's back to the drawing board," thinks the resident.

 

He was going to have to establish a telepathic link again. It took a lot of searching and mind-hopping, but he was able to locate Garan in a armour factory. "Time to go," the resident whispers to himself. The resident, attempting to be as discreet as possible, navigates the bustling roads by shapeshifting into a random Matoran to make his way to the armour factory. In the eyes of the resident, all he could see was countless Matoran bumping into each other with the occasional sight of a comparably titanic Exo-Toa. He had been itching for the chance to teleport to the factory, but under the watchful eye of the Exo-Toa, there was no way that he could get away with it in the traditional way. His way involved projecting a being of shadow that acted as a decoy and then teleporting. Using this method, he teleported himself to the factory he was looking for and shapeshifted into an Exo-Toa following his transference. This form would allow him to escort Garan's group out and potentially help them escape.

 

"Ahhh... feels good to be in a body that boasts a fraction of the power of my original form. Glad my height was compensated for, though," the resident thought.

 

Now in an Exo-Toa's body, he marched in and spotted Garan crafting Protosteel gauntlets. After rattling off a robotic command to Garan, Hafu, Faiyok and Idris, the resident escorted the four out of the factory and forced them into a secluded room. Once the five were inside, the resident started speaking to Garan via telepathy.

 

"So there you are, Garan." says the resident.

 

"Yes, Mutran, I'm the Garan in question. Could we just leave the pleasantries for later and get out of this Mata Nui-forsaken place?" replies Garan.

 

"I believe I have the right to be skeptical, Matoran. As for the departure, just hang on for a few seconds." responds Mutran.

 

In an instant, Mutran teleports himself with the four Matoran to a slightly more secluded area. The Matoran were initially shocked at the realisation of such a sudden happening, but they eventually calmed down after looking around and noticing that they were near the entrance of what seemed to be a cave. Faiyok then looked up to Mutran in confusion, expecting an explanation.

 

"Good question, Idris. What is this place? This cave is more of a tuhhh..." 

 

"Mutran! Did you just read my mind?" 

 

"IDRIS!" Mutran snapped. "Your vocal processors are being unnecessarily disruptive. Let me do the talking."

 

"What could ever make my voice inaudible to you? I can still talk." sassed Faiyok.

 

"Yeah, I've had enough." moaned Mutran. In an instant, Mutran used his Shelek to render Faiyok's voice inaudible and hopefully calm her down. "You're always so... electric. Not a surprise, really."

 

"Enough foolery, what is this place?" asked Garan.

 

"This mountain is particular is known as The Mountain. Such an underwhelming name for a living, breathing rock that can literally eat things. It's also quite amusing that I'm standing at the foot of a mountain that was once my beloved sentient stone, don't you think?" added Mutran.

 

"More amusing that he held emotions for a rock though..." said Hafu under his breath.

 

Mutran gave Hafu a dirty look for his response before commanding the Matoran to go into the cave and through the tunnel. He could tell that they have more than a few questions about this undertaking, but he ignored them and kept signaling them to progress through the tunnel. Mutran had a bit of a distressed look on his face, but continued on despite possible hesitance. Faiyok was fed up at this point, however.

 

"Where is this going, exactly?" questioned Faiyok.

 

"I don't have much time to explain, Matoran. We're running through the oesophagus of the Mountain. Proceed with caution." explained Mutran.

 

Faiyok responded with wide eyes, which prompted her to run faster. Mutran, using his echolocation abilities, was mapping out the inner workings of the Mountain. They were going to have to go deeper into the stomach of the living rock in the hopes of ending up in a subterranean tunnel.

 

The winding oesophagus of the Mountain eventually led into the ‘stomach’ of the Mountain, which had turned out to be a gigantic pool of Protodites. 

 

“Why protodites? Any idea...?” asked Hafu confusingly. 

 

“Po-Matoran, I think it might be beneficial to beg the question: What would be their purpose?” replied Mutran.

 

“To act as individual assistant digesters?” added Garan.

 

“Spot on. Now, don’t you dare go into their without immediately not going in there. They will quite literally eat you alive.” condescended Mutran.

 

“So why are we here? questioned Idris.

 

“This is our best hope of finding a secluded tunnel. The last people that ended up here became Protodite prey. Won’t see anyone else down here.” said Mutran. “Alright, let’s go in.”

 

In an instant, Mutran had pushed himself and the four Matoran into the Protodite pit without warning. He knew that they would hesitate, so he just had to go for it. Just before the Matoran could reach the Protodites and meet their doom, Mutran had summoned a large-scale stasis attack and focused it down to the pit, freezing all of the billions of Protodites in place.

 

But only for a short moment. Mutran frantically rushes around to locate the Matoran and bring them together and explain to them what is happening.

 

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” screamed Faiyok.

 

“I pushed you four off and into the digestion pit.” responded Mutran. “But that wasn’t me.”

 

“It wasn’t you? Oh, it’s very ‘you’ to push us off.” sassed Hafu.

 

“No... I’m being controlled. Telepathically. Odd, since I have near impenetrable mental shielding...” said Mutran.

 

Just as Mutran had mentioned mental shielding, he had the sudden urge to undo his stasis attack. He had seemed a tad more murderous than usual. Mutran, knowing that he was being telepathically influenced, swiftly teleported himself and the four Matoran to a random location. Anywhere that wasn’t a pit of Protodites was a viable destination for him. This landed the five in a remote jungle in Daxia.

 

“Alright, you Brakas-mind of a Makuta, where are we now?” enquired Faiyok.

 

“I think we’re in... Daxia. Yeah, it’s Daxia.” answered Mutran.

 

“Wait... Daxia? The Order of Mata Nui Daxia? Well, we best...” responded Garan.

 

Mutran was stunned when Garan had mentioned this. For that, he had used his Shelek once again to keep Garan quiet. Mutran was utterly shocked when he heard mention of the Order of Mata Nui from a mere Matoran. Even he had no idea of the Order before the Karda Nui crisis. 

 

“Enough of this. We need to find our way to the nearest settlement. Don’t want to be acquainted to a hungry Muaka, do we now?” commanded Mutran.

 

“But Muaka don’t live in jungles...” said Hafu.

 

Mutran, eager to move on and possibly meet another Makuta who wasn’t sided with Teridax, had commanded the four Matoran to advance forward in a random direction through the olive-green thicket. The jungle itself wasn’t quite as lively or dense as one of the rumoured rainforests of Le-Wahi, but it wasn’t a scrubland either. The jungle appeared to be spotted with either puddles of liquid Protodermis or minuscule veins of Protosteel, but in lieu of that, primitive-looking spears and discs were littered among the jungle. Hafu immediately took interest in the discs, picking one up to investigate.

 

The disc didn’t have any noticeable inscriptions or markings, but Hafu didn’t need a name. Even though he frequently made stone sculptures and not Protodermis sculptures, he could tell one type from the other. Upon closer inspection, Hafu felt that the Protodermis type was familiar. He wouldn’t be mistaken, as the Protodermis was a mass-producable, tools-grade Metru Nui Protodermis. Hafu couldn’t look for much longer, though.

 

“Alright, you Matoran, we have to go.” said Mutran.

 

To Be Continued In Chapter 2

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Chapter  :2: From Nether To Nether

 

"Mutran, you might take interest in this disc. It's made from Metru Nui Protodermis." stated Hafu.

 

"If anything, it's normal. Metru Nui may take a backseat to Xia in terms of manufacturing, but they will still keep producing weapons, Kanoka and tools. However, I would like to know why a Kanoka disc would be scattered amongst the jungles of Xia." replied Mutran.

 

"A fight, perhaps?" added Idris.

 

"It would have to be. These wretched jungles are usually remote. If there's any trace of civilisation, I would know immediately." said Faiyok.

 

The conversation had ended there. The five kept trudging through the dense jungle with little to no idea of where they were actually headed. They had plans to approach the Order of Mata Nui headquarters, but Daxia was entirely new to most of them. The scatterings of Kanoka and primitive weapons had continued throughout the jungle, but they were never properly scattered. They seemed to be focused in one area at a time. Hafu and Idris remained inquisitive, collecting anything that might catch their eye. Right as Idris was searching through another spreading of weapons and Kanoka, she noticed that one Kanoka was pulsing with grey energy. She checked the digits of the Kanoka - 687. This would have been an Onu-Metru disc. The power was teleportation. The power level was high. Idris, knowing that the Kanoka was active, cautiously backed away as it gradually started to pulse more intensely.

 

"Teleportation Kanoka! It's active!" yelled Idris.

 

Active it was. In an instant, an Exo-Toa materialised into the jungle and proceeded to apprehend Mutran. Mutran had immediately noticed this and disintegrated the Exo-Toa. False alarm.

 

"WHAT IN MATA NUI'S NAME WAS THAT?" shouted Faiyok in confusion.

 

"A scout. An armoured, military-grade, law-enforcing scout." replied Garan.

 

"Ah, how I hate you, Exo-Toa. Stop teleporting into jungles... geez." added Hafu.

 

"They're onto us. Hurry! We must move!" commanded Mutran.

 

Mutran mustered up his teleportation powers once more in a desperate flurry of anxiety. They needed to get somewhere else, quickly. Mutran anxiously teleported himself and the four Matoran to another place in Daxia. In a short second, the five landed in a cavern.

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