Toa Lapaka

You're making assumptions based on our biology, but theirs is different. The blood carries it in us. A good way to answer this is, what is the point of oxygen in us? Don't miss that crucial point; it is to provide us with energy. You assume that oxygen must travel, but not necessarily.Imagine that most of our cells operated differently, and the purpose of the lungs was to provide oxygen (and thus energy) to a machine. This is an energy projector which uses a forcefield to project what we need to the other cells (even when the limbs are disconnected). This appears to be what's going on with MU beings.Main reason for it is that the vast majority of their body is mechanical, and there is no room for blood vessels. Also these would be ruined by "deconstruction" (as in Toa Mata Canisters 2001).But if it is only to supply energy then why did the Hahli almost drown?

Well, there is the fact that Teridax attempted to get Lhikan to select the wrong Matoran to become Toa and thought he succeeded in this. So at least Teridax thought such a thing was possible. That could have been just his ego convincing him he could defy Destiny (and he didn't, in the end); but then again, Mata Nui and the Order went to great lengths to make sure the right Matoran were selected, so they seemed to be aware of the possibility. And it would make sense from a physiological perspective, since I don't see why Toa Energy would work the same way as EP and only affect destined individuals.On a related topic, any ideas how the transformation from Toa to Turaga is determined? I've never seen this discussed before. The mental image idea wouldn't seem to apply, since the Turaga the Toa Metru were the most familiar with was Turaga Dume, and yet they all transformed into forms with very different heights and head positions, at least if we go by the sets.Certain Matoran are destined to be a Toa, so no, Matoran won't just randomly turn into Toa. Ex: when Takanuva put his mask on Takua of the alternate universe, he did not become a Toa.And as for the Toa to Turaga, due to the lack of Toa energy the body's muscle's shrink back down, but not all the way back to Matoran size, and since the Toa unit has served it's purpose, it's armor shrinks as well. They still have power left, but not as strong.

The Minecraft lego was just a really dumb idea if you ask me. You can build those with a regular box of Lego Bricks. Its just a rip off for all the money they're charging.

I haven't forgotten Bionicle, and don't get that many Hero Factory sets. I ranted and raved about how mad I was about Bionicle ending that no one buys me any Hero Factory sets for my birthday, so now I have no parts. kinda sad really. But now I'm over it, and though I won't except Hero Factory as a suitable replacement for Bionicle, it is what it is and that's that.

But if they don't have blood, then why would they have lungs? The point of lungs is to supply oxygen to the body, and the blood carries it. If they don't have blood then how does oxygen travel? some sort of tubes?

this covers all transformations, plus the fact that there has never Energized Protodermis transformation into being a Toa, and frankly, I don't think it's possible. Toa energy is required for any Matoran to transform into a Toa. Energized Protodermis would only make a pseudo Toa

I need the purple Pakari for a Moc I'm making

Keep in mind one thing with protodermis. What was it based on? Energized Protodermis which has been proven to be living, therefore must have some organic property. It would make sense since everything in the Mu is made of Protodermis, and as there are some species that Mata-Nui created that do grow, that the Great Beings utilized this in their creation of protodermis. Vortixx for example. They have a coming of age rite of passage, so that implies that they are born, do age, and grow.As for the squid monster Toa thing. The armor of the Matoran forms to shape like what it thinks a Toa looks like. It won't grow extra appendages or shrink appendages to match the image. The muscles simply grow, they don't respond to the Matoran's mind like the armor does. If it thinks a burnak is a Toa, they'll have Burnak like armor, but they won't start walking on all fours and howling at the moon.And one aspect that I forgot in my theory. The mask change. When a Matoran begins transforming into a Toa, it's mask will recieve some of it's Toa energy, turning it into a great mask in concerns of power. However, the mask's shape changes like the armor does. When a Toa gives up or looses Toa energy, the mask is the last thing to drain. When it does, it still has some remanents of power, which makes it a Noble mask, just like a Turaga still has elemental power, just weakened due to the lack of Toa energy.

There have been many a theory of how Matoran become Toa, but I believe I’ve covered all the bases with this one.The number one thing that needs to be understood is that Protodermis is an (at-least semi) organic substance, accounting how organic muscle can grow when made with protodermis. Therefore all Matoran/Toa/Turaga have semi-organic armor. Protodermis responds to the Matoran’s CPU and will form to be whatever a Matoran pictures a Toa as looking like (which is a proven fact. If you don’t believe me, check it out on Biosector.)Toa energy is a trigger energy that will make a Matoran modeled to begin producing its own Toa energy which explains how one Toa can create six Toa with his Toa energy alone. The energy also causes a ‘growth spurt’ in a Matoran’s organic muscle and tissue explaining the growth (and yes, that includes the brain which allows them to trigger mask powers). And finally, The Toa energy also activates the dormant elemental energy inside a Matoran.So lets check:Armor change: checkToa energy: checkGrowth: checkElemental powers: checkMask Power: check

Well, considering that the Toa and Matoran were built to be long lasting robots made to maintain the giant robot Mata-Nui, they would more like fall apart than die of old age. The only part that could rely suffer from old age would be their organic muscle or lungs.

Had a good laugh at that. :lol:This should be a really helpful source for people writing stories or just curious about some unsolved facts about the Bionicle

ah yes, now i remember, I want to know your sources that multiple people know about widgets, and that they used liquid protodermis for currency pre-great cataclysm? Actually, I may be a bit off on the liquid protodermis, but I swear I've heard something about it before, but I can't find the page... More than likely they did open the gates, but I wouldn't think the Turaga would let any Matoran to leave, and if any Matoran came to trade and was given a small protodermis cog in trade, they would more than likely laugh.You're probably right on the purified liquid protodermis. I believe I saw it on Biosector, but since it crashed, I can't find the page I saw it on. And then again I could be completely off and it was the trade on Mata Nui.

Okay, putting the Sea Gate aside for a moment, Metru Nui had been closed off for hundreds of years (yes I checked it). Plus the fact that the MU was still dealing with Makuta and trying to rebuild their own areas. And Metru Nui's Matoran were reconstructing the great city, until the Staff of Artakha fixxed everything, so they would have no time to begin trade again. How would widgets become so universally popular so quickly? The whole story line happened in a year and Widgets were instantly known by all, including Roodaka, who had spent all her time between The Great Cataclysm and the return to Mata Nui fighting in the Dark Hunter/ Brotherhood of Makuta War.

But Metru Nui's sea gate has been closed ever since the beginning of the Metru Saga, as I stated, and Metru Nui Matoran have not had any contact to the rest of the universe except for the Inika. Please read what I've written before you reply.Edit: Additionally the Matoran in Metru would be a bit busy rebuilding Metru Nui to open the sea gate or to inact in trade with anyone, and the Matoran in other parts of the universe are trying to hold their own against the Makuta. And finally, Metru Nui has been uninhabited for more than a year and blocked off. Why would anyone go there to trade? Which is exactly what I said. Did anyone read my first post or not?

I personally never played it, but it seemed like it would've been fun. I think lego is loosing a lot of money recently because of some of their online endevours, but still it's sad to see it go

It has been said that originally Metru Nui used a trade of liquid protodermis for economics, but then switched to widgets after the Matoran came back to Metru Nui. Then, after they started using widgets, they were universally accepted. However, the Matoran of Metru Nui never really left except for the Inika, and Metru Nui’s sea gate has been closed for a long time. So how did widgets become a universally accepted currency? I propose that widgets had been long since used by the rest of the Matoran Universe for a long time, but Metru Nui wanted its own form of currency to prevent forgery of widgets or any such malicious deeds. However, when the Turaga came in charge of Mata Nui, they realized that the liquid protodermis trade would not be effective since there was not a high quantity of liquid protodermis, so they transferred to widgets. Later, when returning to Metru Nui, they continued using widgets as their country wide currency.

Mata Nui reprogrammed the Matoran to speak Agori, simple as that.

(I can specify a bit more in a few minutes, but I have to eat now.)~ BioGioQuoth Biosector01: See, it wasn't suppose to have been there, so how were the Toa supposed to land on an island that wasn't supposed to be there? Plus it wasn't much of a camouflage since it only covered his face.Perhaps the Toa Mata were meant to be sent to wherever they were needed to go. Say if the problem was that somehow someone stole something importantfrom Mata Nui, they would be shot to the planet of the thieves.Again, not saying that the Mata were meant to be sent as scavengers, but possibly other Toa were, and the codrex was a system meant to jettison them to the right area

That pretty much sums it up. but the island of Mata-Nui wasn't suppose to exist, and we all heard that. Mata-Nui described it as a malfunction. I'm not saying that the Toa Mata were suppose to scavenge, but the other Toa might have been. plus, in an alternate time stream, the Toa mata were called on and didn't show up on Mata-Nui because Mata-Nui never existed, so how were they suppose to climb into Mata Nui's mouth as he was flying in space? Maybe the malfunction wasn't that the Toa lost there memories in their sleep, but that the pods were shot out instead of kept in. But didn't the Pirika use the exact same Toa canisters on their way to Voya-Nui? They didn't seem to have any problems with them. Plus why would they need life support. They were hibernating in tubes with out any fatal injuries. plus weren't they already asleep when they were put into the tubes?

Well we all know that the Toa canisters are the way Toa get around, but a few points just haven't been explained. One, why do they get shot out of Mata-Nui, and two, what sort of crazy malfunction would cause nearly complete memory erase.I propose that the Toa were meant to have another purpose besides protection of Matoran. What if they were also suppose to help Mata-Nui examine planets, hence their being shot out of the MU through Toa Canisters. And also, what if the memory erase wasn't a malfunction, but a emergency protocol. Like if a canister remains unopened for a long period of time by malfunction or outside forces, it would begin erasing memories so that no-one would find out too much about the Great Being's inventions and use them for selfish gain.The Turaga and Toa would still think this was a malfunction because they would have never experienced it.This is just my explanation of something unexplained.

Except you forget that some words are backwards like Metru Nui is Great City, though literly it means City Great.I like the idea though. Ni sounds like a great adjective. We also need some prefix's for other Matoran

6 Takham Takham was fending off a Muaka from his Koro. It wasn’t much of a fight. Takham had faced tons of the Makuta’s Rahi, he had even helped create some. He knew their attack patterns and weak spots, so he could take down any of them with ease.The Muaka lunged at him, only to be repulsed back by Takham’s shield. The Rahi had never felt anything like the Toa’s shield. It seemed to blow back anything that came near it. The Toa probably didn’t want to get it dirty. Foolish Toa, all they thought about was how they looked. Didn’t they know that they could just lick themselves clean? This Toa in particular was very annoying. He dodged every lunge and advance the Muaka attempted. He wouldn’t last much longer though. Then the Muaka would feast on his bones.Takham was worried. This Muaka was holding back for some reason, like he was waiting for something. It was times like now he wished he had chosen the mask of translation over the mask of truth, so he could understand what the Muaka was trying to do. The Muaka reared up on its hind tread and came slicing down at Takham. Takham parried the slice with his shield and struck the Muaka’s underbelly with his sword hilt. The Muaka roared in pain and started madly slashing. Takham dodged each one and jabbed it in the eye. The Muaka scratched its eye vigorously. It made a hairpin turn on its tread and loped into the forest. Takham didn’t know why, but he followed. Nor did he know what he would do when he found it. All he knew was he had to catch this Muaka. He followed through the forest, but as he ran through the forest it began changing around him. The trees blackened and the leaves turned a sickly shade of yellow. A thick mist formed around him blocking his vision, but somehow the Muaka stayed in vision. He followed it through the demented forest, not thinking anything of it until the Muaka reached a clearing and burst into smoke. He stared in awe as the smoke twisted around making strange shapes. First it formed two pedestals which turned solid. Next came a black throne between the pedestals. Suddenly four brick walls sprouted from the ground and grew around him, a ceiling connecting them at the top. Finally the smoke formed a figure Takham had hoped he would never see again.“Hello Takham,” Tridax said while brandishing his spear.“Tridax, what are you doing here?” Takham asked sharply as he took the defensive position.“I’m here to tell you something.” He pointed his spear at Takham and the mist turned to smoke. Takham gasped for air as the harsh smoke filled his lungs. Tridax leisurely strolled over to the choking Toa and whispered in his ear, “I’ll see you soon.”Takham shot up right in his bed. “It was just a dream,” he comfort himself. He had had several nightmares like this for weeks. All of which ended with Tridax attacking him. At first he had thought it was his nerves. But as they became more frequent, he realized they weren’t just high strung nerves, it was Tridax calling him out using his telepathy. He had kept silent about these nightmares, but now Tridax was telling him he was getting close. He had to leave, if he stayed he would only be putting his Koro in danger. He got up from his bed and stumbled around in the darkness until he found his sword. He picked it up and instantly the fire like edges gave a faint glow of energy, enough to let Takham see his surroundings. He exited his hut and walked into the village. It was the middle of the night, so no Matoran were out and the only sound was the chirping of various insect Rahi that hunted in the night. He passed through the village quietly, as not to startle any Matoran that might be still awake, until he reached the hut of Turaga Hyth. He knocked on the door silently, and to his shock, a loud, “Come in,” was its reply. He walked into the hut to find the Turaga of fire sitting cross-legged in the middle of a ring of candles with his eyes closed as if deep in meditation.“I hope I’m not disturbing you, Turaga Hyth,” Takham said as he walked into the hut, slowly closing the door behind him.“Not at all, come, join me in meditation,” The Turaga said as he motioned Takham closer. Takham took a seat next to Hyth, crossing his legs and closing his eyes like the old Turaga. “I find in my old age that meditating with my element around me gives me strength. And with my busy schedule during the day, I can only find time to meditate at night.” Takham let those words sink in. He wondered what his life would be like when he became a Turaga, assuming he didn’t die before he became a Turaga. “So, what has brought our brave protector to my hut at such a late hour? Surely it is not another dream.” Takham had told Hyth about his dream of the about the Great Spirit telling him about his destiny, purposefully leaving out the one about the Kanohi Kraahkan.“Actually, it is, it’s about several dreams I’ve been having lately.”“Oh?” the Turaga said, never facing the Toa or opening his eyes.“You remember I told you about Tridax, and what happened with him? Well, he’s been sending me messages in my sleep, telling me he’s coming for me.”“Messages, how do you know they’re messages? How do you know that it isn’t your high strung nerves mixed with the pressures of guarding the Koro that is causing your nightmares?”“I thought that was the problem too, at first. But then he kept sending me messages in my sleep, and the newest one was ‘I’ll see you soon’.”“Hm,” The Turaga thought about this for a moment and then asked, “What do you plan to do about these night visions?”“That’s what I’ve been thinking, and I’ve come to a conclusion. It would be stupid of me to stay here and put you and all the Matoran in danger. I have to leave the Koro, if only to protect it.”The Turaga’s eyes slowly opened and he looked at Takham with a questioning gaze. “You have to stop protecting to protect? Doesn’t that sound rather contradictive? What if Tridax comes when you are gone looking for you? Then we’ll be defenseless and he’ll destroy us all.”“If he comes while I’m here he’ll burn down the Koro and kill all the Matoran just to insult my abilities. I can promise he won’t come here when I’m gone. He’s tracking me through a mental link that Toa Hagah have to their Makuta so the Makuta can summon them quickly. It’s not strong enough to completely hunt me down, but it’s strong enough to give a general location. The closer he gets, the worse my nightmares get, and this last one was the worst.”“But if you stay I and the Matoran could possibly help you beat Tridax,” Hyth offered, obviously trying to get Takham to stay. “And you wouldn’t have to face him alone.”Takham shook his head abysmally. “Tridax took down my team of highly trained Toa. He would murder the Matoran with a snap of his fingers and not bat an eye. No, I couldn’t ask you or the Matoran to give your lives for me. The best choice is to leave and fight him when he comes to me.”There was a long silence between the two, the only sound coming from the oddly loud crackling fire of the candles.“So, when are you leaving?”“The sooner the better. I’ll pack my things tonight and I’ll leave in the morning, long enough to let the Matoran I’m leaving.”“Very well, I must say I don’t agree with your choice, but it does sound like the wisest option.”“Thank you, I’ll see you in the morning.”Takham gathered up his few possessions, his sword, his shield, and the few other things he owned. He picked up the small description he had written about his dream. He knew he would have to leave sometime, but he thought that it would be months, even years away. He enjoyed being a Koro Toa once again. It was so much simpler than his time as a Toa Hagah. He liked doing menial chores like patrolling the Koro. He would miss it. He sat in his bead, too nervous to go to sleep, and also afraid that if he slept Tridax would be there when he woke up.The next morning all the Matoran gathered around the stage in the middle of the Koro which was only ever set up when the Turaga had an announcement. There was nervous chatter amongst the Matoran about what was so important that Turaga Hyth had set up the stage so early in the morning. These were silenced however when the Turaga himself and Toa Hagah Takham came on stage.The Turaga cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably on stage.“I have grave news to tell you,” He began. “Toa Takham has served this Koro greatly for the time he has spent, but now he must leave.” There was an uproar among the Matoran. Takham was just leaving them? Wasn’t he supposed to protect them? “Quiet down, quiet down,” The Turaga called out trying to regain the attention of the crowd. “He and I have determined that his leaving is in the best interests of this Koro. It’s not that he’s tired of protecting; it’s that he has reached a place where his presence will put this Koro at danger. He may come back when his own personal problems are over, but until then he must stay away from this Koro. He will be missed.”Takham was at the village’s outskirts, giving one last look back before he began walking. When Turaga Hyth’s speech was over it became a mad house. Matoran started yelling at him, pleading for him to stay. To be honest he didn’t remember the Turaga’s speech at all. All he could concentrate on were the downtrodden faces of the Matoran he was leaving. He tried not to think about it, but there faces just seemed to cloud his mind. He tried to think of anything else, but they just kept coming back. He finally leaned against a tree and stood there until he could clear his head. He sat there for a minute, but then he thought he heard something. He got into a defensive stance and called out “Who’s there”! There was no reply. He kept staring off into the direction of the noise until he saw a flash of yellow armor. It was Muaka, he was sure of it, and under normal circumstances he would’ve stayed and fought. After all he had nothing to fear. It was only a Rahi, but after his dream about the Muaka, he ran.He flew through the forest, and although Muaka make very little sound while running, he could hear it coming after him. He kept running, but soon the one faint sound of a Muaka chasing its prey turned to two, and they were getting closer. Then, from some limb, jumped an unseen third Muaka that cut him off. The three jungle cats began circling around him looking for weak points in his armor. He followed their movements, shield raised. He was in trouble and he knew it, he could take one Muaka, possibly two, but three were too many. After several minutes of circling, one of Muaka’s pounced. Takham made a quick movement to block it off with his shield, and the Muaka was propelled backwards into a tree. That was the only symbol the other two needed. They pounced simultaneously. Takham blocked one, but the other one was too fast. It stabbed him in his good arm and pinned him to the ground. It was about to begin eating him, but as it brought its head down, it was pierced by an arrow. It let out a loud roar and stared off at the origins of the arrow. Standing on a tree branch was a tall brown armored Toa. He had already launched his second arrow at its hind tread. The Rahi went limping off into the forest. One of the two remaining Rahi shot out its neck at the new opponent. The Toa of Stone moved with the agility of an air Toa before the Rahi could crunch down on him, leaving it to get a mouth full of tree bark. The mysterious Toa summoned a pillar of rock to burst out of the ground into the Rahi’s neck. The Muaka quickly retracted its throat quickly and lunged angrily at the Toa, The other Muaka joining him. Takham thought for sure he was dead, but he quickly summoned a stone dome over himself. The Muaka crashed into it, smashing several of their sharp teeth. They quickly scampered off into the forest.Takham was about to thank the unknown Toa, but before he could the Toa grabbed his arm and told him “come on, there is more on the way”! The Toa dragged him behind for a few minutes, but Takham eventually got to his feet and ran with him. They kept it up, the stone elemental knocking down tree’s as they went, until they reached the foot hill of a mountain.“We’re going to climb all the way up there?” Takham asked.“No,” The Toa said. He touched a rock that had an X carved on it and summoned his powers to make a Toa sized hole appear. He pulled Takham inside and resealed the opening. “Light,” He said quickly. Takham obliged by creating a small fire in the palm of his hand. The Toa of stone moved his hand over the cave wall until he found another X. He again triggered his powers to make an opening, but this opening lead to a rock ledge overlooking a river of lava. On this ledge were what Takham believed to be a stone ‘tent’ and many supplies scattered around it.After Takham finally caught his breath, he said “Thanks for saving me, Toa…”“Arlow” he said. Arlow spoke in a deep gruff voice that told you he was not to be messed with. He wore a strange combination of rock and metal armor with a tool belt around his waist that carried multiple daggers and strangely shaped rocks with random stuff sticking out of them. He grabbed the bow from over his shoulder and began crunching it in his hand. This in combination with his elemental powers turned the bow into a small rock with a string sticking out which he stuck into an empty slot on his belt.“Okay, Arlow, thanks for saving me.” Takham said. Arlow grunted his ‘you’re welcome’. Arlow moved over to his tent, sat down and began absorbing a piece of fruit.Neither one attempted to strike up a conversation, both being rather quiet Toa, but they both learned a lot about each other through their power of observation. Takham examined Arlow with the same attention to detail that had been partly responsible for getting him on Tridax’s Hagah team.Arlow was quiet in nature and did not have company very often. He seemed to be prepared for everything with his belt of rocks, which meant he had probably been trained to be, or learned the hard way. He seemed to have the opposite attributes of most Po-Matoran, which were like a big pile of rocks: nice and cheerful, but very plain and similar to each other. Arlow seemed to have the characteristics of a rock with a diamond inside: hard to crack, which would be good in interrogations, but with many valuable secrets inside.Arlow had seemingly used a similar type of surveillance on Takham. Because as soon as Takham was done observing him, Arlow stated, “You’re running from the Makuta.”“How did you…”“You can always stay here,” Arlow said. He didn’t say it like an invitation, more like a choice. “This is probably one of the safest places on Nynrah, but if you don’t want to, you can always hide with your ghost friends,” He said as he motioned to Takham’s robotic arm. The way he spoke made it sound like he didn’t care one way or the other, but his eyes, which were usually stony and uninviting, had a sparkle of wanting, like he desired company.Takham thought over the proposition. The Nynrah ghost’s would sell him out in a heart stone pulse for the right price, and Arlow seemed trust worthy. If he wasn’t, Takham’s mask would let him know.“Deal,” Takham walked over to Arlow and shook hands. “My names Takham, by the way.”A smile spread across Arlow’s face as he said, “I guessed.”Review Topic

5Krallis It was finished. Gehid had been working on it for months, and now it was finally finished. But it still needed weapons. Gehid grabbed a duel slicer off his shelf and a shield thornax launcher combo. He put one in each of its hands and stepped back to look at his finished project. It stood about seven feet tall and still wore the strange helmet he had found the head in. He tried taking it off once, but the heat it had endured had melted it to its head. He had named this robot Krallis after finding an inscription in the inside of its chest. It had taken him hours trying to decipher the code it was in, but it was similar enough to his language that he could interpret it. It had read ‘Krallis 2853 T’. Gehid was pretty sure that the numbers stood for the model number, but he still didn’t know what the T stood for. He guessed that it had indicated that Krallis had a function that other designs didn’t. Now all that was left was to power it up. He grabbed two shock inducing tools and put them to Krallis’ chest. It sent a jolt of energy to the small crystal that acted as Krallis’ power source. Krallis’ eyes lit up yellow as he sat upright. Krallis looked around trying to get use to his new surroundings. “Krallis, voice recognition activate.” Gehid commanded. Krallis turned to Gehid and awaited his next instructions. “Stand,” Gehid ordered. Krallis leapt to his feet. “Follow.” Gehid walked out of his workshop with Krallis following him. Gehid led Krallis through Iconox while agori stared at him and murmured behind his back. He finally reached his destination of Arena Iconox where Glatorian were practicing. A couple looked over at him and his robot, and one even yelled out, “Hey check out shorty and his tin can”. The Glatorian burst in laughter. “Hey, what you going to do with that? Clean the arena!” another called out. Gehid ignored the jabs and led Krallis to some targets.“Krallis, attack mode one.” Krallis took a fighting stance. He ran at one of the targets and sliced through it. He aimed his thornax launcher and blew off another. He did a back flip and sliced through the third, and then did a spinning move and destroyed the last with the pointed end of his shield. The Glatorian stood in amazement of the robot’s skill. “That’s nothing,” Gehid called out, “Who wants to fight it?!” The Glatorian shifted uneasily, but none of them answered. “Oh come, someone must want to try the amazing Krallis out!”“I’ll fight it,” Strakk yelled out. Gehid was nervous, but he didn’t show it. He didn’t know how well his project would do against one of the best Glatorian. “Very well,” Gehid called back. “Krallis, battle mode five, if you would.” Krallis’ eyes lit up red and took a battle stance. Gehid motioned for everyone to back up. Strakk and Krallis began circling each other, looking for weak spots. Before Strakk hadn’t even had time to size up his opponent when Krallis ran at him, his duel slicer raised. Strakk made a horizontal leap, barely dodging the slice. He had no time to recover though, as the android hacked precisely at the weak links in his armor. Strakk blocked the blows, unable to fathom how the robot could move so quickly. Strakk eventually got enough distance from Krallis to ready a blow of his own. He swung his ax at Krallis, but Krallis deflected his blow with his shield. Glatorian awed at the two’s battle. Strakk and Krallis clashed blades time and time again, but Krallis always seemed to have the edge. Krallis knocked Strakk to the earth and put his knife to his throat. The Glatorian around them started yelling “NO”. “Krallis fight over, code five.” Gehid called out. Krallis removed his knife from Strakk’s neck. He reached out a hand to Strakk, but Strakk refused it with a scowl. Strakk got up a stomped over to Gehid. He snatched Gehid up with one hand and held him eye level. “What do you think you’re doing!? Your robot almost killed me!” He bellowed. “I-I’m sorry,” Gehid stuttered,” h-he w-was set on th-the highest level.” “You think you can get that thing in the Arena?! He’ll slaughter everyone he faces.” Strakk threw Gehid on down and raised his hand. The agori let out a yelp and tried to cover his face. Krallis came over with amazing speed to protect his master. He deflected the blow with his shield and took aim with his slicer. But he didn’t strike. Instead, Krallis shot a freezing blast at Strakk. It blew him back and froze him to the already ice covered floor. The whole arena was silent, except for Strakk. He was yelling out profanities and threats at Gehid and Krallis. Gehid stared up at his creation. He had never added any ice shooting abilities. He started wondering what other abilities Krallis had locked inside him.“Krallis, let’s go back to my workshop. I’ve still got some work to do.” The two arrived back at Gehid’s workshop. “Krallis, initiate shut down.” A sound of machinery powering down came from Krallis followed by his eyes going dim. Krallis stood motionless in the side of the room. Gehid wiped the sweat from his brow. He had a lot of work left to do on Krallis. He should’ve known better than to take him out before he was tested. He sat down on his workbench and started fiddling around with some tools. It was late, he decided, he would fix Krallis tomorrow. He turned out the lights and took one last look at Krallis. There was something about that robot. And with that thought he left his project alone in the workshop. Krallis stood motionless in the corner, his true self locked inside the robotic mind. It had been a month since the encounter with Strakk. Gehid had trained Krallis in the arena for all of this time, making minor changes after each practice. His main goal was to use more of Krallis’ ice abilities. He had improved on the weapons so they could channel them better, and even added ice like designs. Now it was time for Gehid to get him into the arena. This was what led him to Metus. “See, Krallis operates on an AI, which stands for artificial intelligence,” Gehid explained to a very bored Metus, “so the more he fights, the more he learns about his opponent.” “Uh huh,” Metus grunted, obviously paying no attention. “He also can shoot a freezing blast from his weapons that can stop a thornax.” “Uh huh, listen, uh, jihad.” “It’s Gehid, sir.” “Yeah whatever, do you know how many fighting robots people try to push off on me to fight in the arena?” “Well, none of them can be as good as…” “Too many. And each time when put to the test there destroyed like that,” Metus said as he snapped his fingers. “Well, sir, that won’t be a problem with Krallis he is built to last and…” “Listen, Jahob, you might have built a very good machine, but none is ever as good as a true Glatorian. Just leave the fighting to the true articles.” Metus started to walk away, and Gehid knew he was about to lose the deal. “He’s already defeated Strakk,” Gehid blurted out. That got Metus’ attention. He turned around and looked at Gehid. “I’ll tell you what,” he said, “If that thing can pass a couple of tests, I think I might let it in. Meet me tomorrow at the arena, and we’ll give that thing a shot.” “Oh he can, sir, trust me.” Metus gave a smirk, “We’ll see about that.” The next morning Krallis and Gehid showed up bright and early to Iconox arena. Targets and fighting dummies were already set up. In the middle of the arena stood Metus and Strakk. Strakk had a scowl on his face that showed how much he didn’t want to be here.“Ah welcome, uh, Johid and Krowless.” “Gehid and Krallis,” Gehid corrected, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, welcome, now let’s begin training. First, we need to test your shooting accuracy.” “Easy, Krallis, target practice one.” Krallis’ aimed his thornax launcher at the first target. He fired and it hit dead on, the mere force of the blast knocking the target off, leaving only a smoking post. Metus and Strakk stared in awe while Gehid stood arms crossed with a smug look on his face. “Ok… next event,” Metus stuttered. Krallis had completed dodging, blocking, attacking, and parrying. Now all that was left was sparring, and his opponent was Strakk. This time Strakk wasn’t even a match. Krallis ran at him immediately and blew him back with a blunt hit from his shield.Strakk went toppling backwards into the arena wall. Before he could get up though, his hands and feet were locked in bands of ice. Krallis’ eyes returned to yellow and he offered a hand to the ensnared Strakk.“Not very bright,” Metus muttered. “That’s just his default ‘fight over’ pose. I programmed him so he can instantly know when his opponents defeated,” Gehid explained. “Uh, Krallis, absorb ice.” Krallis extended his hand and absorbed the cold, making the ice shackles melt. “So, is he the next Glatorian,” Gehid asked.“I think you’ve got something here. Come see me tomorrow and we’ll sign the papers.” “G-e-h-i-d, there we go and here are his voice control commands,” Gehid handed the papers over to Metus who looked very pleased. “Thank you, I’ll take good care of Krallis, I promise,” Metus gave a shrewd smile. “His first fight is at Tajun; maybe you can come see it.” Metus looked down at Krallis’ controls. “Krallis, Follow.” Metus walked to the door of the hut with Krallis following. Metus turned back to Gehid one last time before leaving. “You won’t be sorry,” with those words he walked out the door, and somehow Gehid already was. Review Topic

4Dellar Dellar cut through the rahkshi’s staff with one slice, his new blade sharp and quick. He kicked the shocked rahkshi into two other of its brethren, letting out a sonic blast that shattered all three of their armor. Batrix was to his left, crushing four rahkshi under increased gravity strain. Of course since rahkshi were nothing more than armor beings controlled by kraata, Dellar felt no sorrow for destroying them. Dellar was emitting a sonic hum around himself that he had never done before. He started wandering if it was part of his mutated form, then he started worrying that if he strained more it would get louder and more powerful. That turned to being terrified, which made the humming louder and stronger. Dellar was rooted to the spot. What if he killed everyone around him by his uncontrolled powers? What if he caused the mountain to collapse on all of them? What if… Wait, He thought, I know what’s going on here. He turned around to see a red armored rahkshi pointing its glowing staff at him. He triggered his mask and ran at the Turahk, laying ten blows a second. He landed a final strike that bashed the rahkshi into the cave wall with a sickening crunch. He then turned his attention to the remaining three rahkshi. There was a purple one, a yellow and green one, and a blue and silver one. He prepared an attack, but right when he was going to strike, a red energy arced between the purple and yellow rahkshi. The two rahkshi began to merge into one another, creating a new monstrous combination. Dellar stared over at Batrix. Batrix dropped his spear and stepped away from it.Dellar prepared an attack on the newly made amalgamation, but he saw the strangest thing. The fusion turned on its rahkshi brethren and let out a sonic scream, blowing the rahkshi backwards. The befuddled rahkshi raised its staff and pointed it at the mixture, and then made a lowering motion. The fusion began to sink to its knees under the increased gravity. The rahkshi combo rose forcibly to its feet and began walking towards the rahkshi of gravity. The rahkshi tried desperately to increase gravity around the fusion, but that didn’t stop it. The fusion swatted at the rahkshi, smashing it against the cave wall. The rahkshi slammed with a crack landed with a thud. The fusion then turned to Batrix. Batrix grabbed up his spear and pointed it at the fusion, as if he had never held a spear before. The combo cocked its head and stared at Batrix. An understanding seemed to past between the two, because Batrix dropped his spear and looked at his creation. “Wow, um, thanks. You can go now.” Batrix stuttered. On command the rahkshi fusion walked out of the cave. Batrix shifted the spear in his hand and muttered, “2.0.” “You know there will be more,” Dellar stated. “I know, and we’ll take care of them like we took care of these. But now we have a giant brute canvassing the base of this mountain.”“Are you sure it’s smart to trust a rahkshi fusion?” “Apparently, the spear of fusion gives me a telepathic link to whatever I fuse. I can control it with a thought.” Batrix’s answer still didn’t make Dellar feel any better about the idea of trusting a rahkshi, but Dellar didn’t feel like arguing the point. Batrix summoned his powers to reconstruct the rock barricade, and the two walked further into their cave. They had been leading small raids on the Makuta fortress during the broad daylight, because at dark the Makuta were strongest. They had stolen a new blade for Dellar, a few supplies, and basically anything they thought would aggravate the Makuta. They knew it would be risky, but so was their being on Destral. The two Toa slumped down on opposite sides of a fire. Batrix grabbed two fruits from their stash and passed one to Dellar. “So,” Batrix asked while ‘eating’ his food, “Did you ever think you would end up like this when you were a Matoran?” “Like what?” Dellar asked. “Stuck in a cave with a cross wired Toa of fire, a fugitive to the Makuta, scrounging for food?” “Karzahni, no.” “Yeah,” Batrix sighed, “being Toa isn’t anything like you’d think it would be. The Toa in my Koro made it look so simple. Just swoop in and save the day with your amazing power.” “We never had Toa in my Koro,” Dellar said. “They attracted too much noise. In fact, for a De-Matoran, becoming a Toa is the worst thing possible.” “Really?” “It’s worse than being exiled. You have to leave your friends, your work, and try to find your own way, and anybody who still talks to you just insults you. The best thing that anyone did for me after I became a Toa was give me this mask.“ “You mean someone gave you that mask!” Batrix looked amazed, as if giving someone a mask was a great crime. “Please, lower your voice.” Dellar squinted his eyes as if the noise pained him. “Sorry. But someone seriously gave you that mask?” “Yes, what’s wrong with that?” “Usually Kanohi are grey until you put it on, than it turns the same color of the Toa’s armor. However, a mask maker can dye his mask any color he wants.” Batrix explained, “And giving someone a black mask of speed is worse than a death wish.” “How?” “The black Kanohi Kakama has a dark, gruesome history. Every Toa who wears one has had a terrible death. No story with a Toa wearing a black Kakama ever ends well for that Toa. It’s considered a cursed mask.” “Really?” Dellar was skeptical. He had learned that Batrix knew a lot about masks, but this just couldn’t be true. “I’ve used this mask a hundred times, and nothing bad ever happened to me.” “They all think that. That they can beat the curse, but each one of them have horrible deaths. Genocides, destruction, and plagues litter the black Kakama’s past.” There was a long awkward silence. He had never believed in curses, but Batrix knew a lot about masks. He was rarely wrong when it concerned masks and their folk lore. Dellar wondered if he would be the next victim in the ebony Kakama’s curse. They sat for a bit longer until Batrix spoke up, “I’ve always wondered…” “Wondered what?” “Toa and Matoran of sonics have extremely good hearing, right?” “Yes,” Dellar said. He was pretty sure what his friend’s question was. “Then doesn’t it hurt when you let out a sonic blast or high pitch scream.” Dellar had heard that question before, “At first it does, but then you create a reflex. As soon as I use a blast, I create a small deafening barrier around myself.” “Ah, that explains it.” They stayed in silence for the next few minutes, until both of them drifted off to sleep. The next morning Dellar woke up before Batrix. Seeing his comrade still snoozing, Dellar decided to take a walk around the cave. Though he didn’t know it then, something drew him to the caves mouth. He walked into the sunlight, not thinking about the fact that they had sealed the cave last night. He was momentarily blinded by the sudden light, but then regained his sight, but what he saw was impossible. He was back in De-Koro. The tall silver buildings lined with padding to stop any echoes, the small huts made of soft materials, everything was just as it had been. He could see Matoran walking around like little protodites; he could even hear Krakua humming. He went running down the mountain to his old home. He recognized one of his old friends doing some odd jobs and went to greet him. “Herron, I’m back.” He said, so loudly that he thought it would cause the Matoran around him to cringe, but they didn’t. In fact, Herron acted as if he hadn’t heard Dellar at all. “Herron, Herron?” Dellar waved his hand in front of the Matoran, but Herron didn’t react. Another Matoran cam e running up and after a brief conversation two ran off to some other part of the Koro. The worst part was Dellar recognized the Matoran. It was him. The armor, the mask, it looked just like him before he left. Dellar walked over to a Matoran and slapped at him. His hand went right through. “They are just memories, shadow of your past. And I should know about shadows,” said a deep booming voice. Dellar turned around to see a large creature, dragon like in looks. “Makuta,” Dellar said through gritted his teeth. He raised his sword to strike. “Swords so easily drawn beg to be used... and are rarely so easy to put away again. Trust me if I was still with the Brotherhood you would already be dead. Come, walk with me.” “Then why are you here?” “To warn you. You are part of a prophecy, a prophecy about the defeat of the leader of the Brotherhood.” “Teridax?” “Yes, Teridax, you and six others are supposed to bring an end to him after his greatest defeat.” “Which will be?” “The prophecy isn’t clear. It does speak of you however.” “What does it say?” “’One of sound who wears the cursed mask, changed by an evil plan.’” “And what does it say about the others?” “’A protector with a false limb. A Toa of fire who controls an element not his own. A member of a group disbanded. An ice warrior with no affection. One of plasma with a wounded pride. And a chronicler with a secret.’ These shall be your companions.” “One of them is definitely Batrix, but where do I find the others.” “That’s not your job. That is being taken care of; your job is to survive. Teridax is already aware that the prophecy is beginning. He won’t stop until your dead.” “So what do I do now? Sit around and stay alive?” “Exactly, Teridax will send more enemies at you. Just try and stay alive until the first Toa I mentioned comes for you.” “The protector with a false limb?” “Yes, but you can’t tell anyone I told you this.” “Batrix is part of this prophecy, why shouldn’t I tell him?” “If anyone knows I talked to you, Teridax will realize I’m not dead. Now it’s time to wake up.” The Makuta snapped his clawed fingers and Dellar woke up panting. Batrix knew something was wrong with Dellar. He had been acting strangely since he had had his nightmare. Batrix asked what the nightmare was about, but Dellar was not talking. Not seeing any reason to continue pushing, Batrix dropped it. They were going to raid a fortress, but when Batrix brought it up; Dellar said he thought they should stop their raids. He said that it was drawing to much attention to them, and they had already gotten under the Makuta’s skin. Batrix thought this was weird considering that Dellar had always been the more enthusiastic of the two about raiding the base. But he agreed all the same. That night the two were getting a fire ready, when both of them froze instantly. “I hear something,” Dellar said. “And I just got a message from my fusion. We have visitors.” They ran to the mouth of the cave and cleared the rock blockage to see the intruders. There were three Toa; each wore the honorary armor of a Toa Hagah. One had crimson and bronze armor and wore the Kanohi Suletu; a Toa of flame. The second Toa had gun-metal-grey and black armor and wore the Kanohi Tyrna; a Toa of magnetism. And the leader of the Toa wore silver and burnt metal armor with the Kanohi Huna; a Toa of iron. Are these some of the Toa of that prophecy? Dellar wondered. I thought he said there was only one protector. Dellar stared down quizzically at the three. “Should we help them up?” he asked, never taking his eyes off the trio. “No,” Batrix answered, “they could be working for the Makuta. We’ll wait and see if they make it up, and if they do, we’ll hear them out.”The threesome eventual did make it up to the mountain, and upon finding the dismantled stone blockage, entered the cave. “Hello,” the Toa of fire called out, “Hello, anybody in here?” “Hello,” Dellar stepped out of the shadows right behind the trio, scaring all three of them. “Mata-Nui! Don’t do that,” the Toa magnetism exclaimed. “What are you doing up here?” Batrix asked, coming out of his shadow. “We were going to ask you that,” the Toa of Iron said. “We heard that there were two Toa hiding in the caves in Destral, so we came to see if the rumors were true.” “And now that you see that we are here, what are you going to do,” Batrix asked. “We have a boat; we can take you from this Island back to your homes.” The Toa of fire offered. “No,” Batrix said, rather sternly. “Excuse me?” The leader asked, looking startled. “You three are Toa Hagah, the best of the best, right?” “Right…” The Toa of Iron was trying to make sense of Batrix’s question. “Then why would you, the most honorary and upright Toa, where an immoral mask such as the Tyrna?” He pointed his finger at the mask on the Toa of magnetism’s face. “Well I-I, um, you see,” The Toa of magnetism stuttered. “And also, how did rumors of us spread so quickly, we’ve only been up here for a few weeks. No rumor spreads that quickly.” Dellar, his mind slowed from his mutation, started to catch up with Batrix’s train of thought. “Good point, Batrix,” Dellar said, “And how did you three know exactly which mountain range to look in? Or, how did three Toa Hagah, traitors to the Makuta, get through here without getting incinerated?” “Now, see here!” The Toa of fire began. “Your masters should have taught you how to be more deceptive.” Batrix said, spear at the ready. “Now, are you going to go easily, or will we have to make you?” “I guess our covers are blown.” The Toa of iron drew his sword, and the other two followed his example. “The Makuta want you two dead, and they sent us here to make it that way.” He raised his hand and clenched his fist. Instantly, the two Toa felt their armor squeezing the air from their lungs. Batrix, barely able to breathe, channeled his powers around the Toa of Iron, reversing gravity’s pull. The Hagah went crashing into the cave ceiling, breaking his concentration. Dellar and Batrix dropped to their knees, gasping for air. However, the two remaining Hagah didn’t give them any time to recover. The Toa of fire came rushing at Dellar, ready to slice. His spear struck Dellar, but during the Makuta’s experiment, they had reinforced his armor with layers of protosteal. The blade bounced off Dellar’s armor harmlessly. Dellar grabbed the Toa of fire’s ankle and flipped him over with ease. He put his foot on the fire Toa’s chest, but the Toa increased the heat in his body to scorching levels. Dellar removed his foot and hopped, trying to keep his burnt foot off the ground. The Toa of Fire blasted him back with a flare. Dellar landed with a thud. Batrix wasn’t doing well either. The Toa of Magnetism had magnetized him to the wall and came rushing towards him, ax drawn. Batrix tried to roll, but he was pinned. He focused his powers around the Toa, increasing gravity so the Toa couldn’t move. Batrix fell to the floor. The Toa of magnetism used his powers to counter the strengthened gravity, putting strain on both of them. Eventually Batrix relinquished his gravity powers, unknowingly releasing the Toa of Iron. He could tell they were out matched. He used his telepathic link and summoned his fusion. It would take a few minutes for it to arrive; he just hoped he could hold them off for that long. He pointed his spear, ready to create another fusion. He was wondering what a Toa of magnetism would look like when fused to a rock. He triggered the spears energy, but his arm was suddenly pulled up. The blast hit a rock and died. He looked over to see the Toa of Iron regaining his composure. Dellar was fending off the fire Toa’s spear with his sword. He was doing a pretty good job considering that his opponent had been trained for years. He couldn’t keep it up forever though. Eventually he would be overpowered. He had to end this. He summoned his element and shot a deafening blast at the Toa. He went hurtling through the air and hit the wall with a hard crunch. I think I broke his spine, Dellar thought. The Toa of Fire stood up and brushed himself off. Apparently not. The Toa turned to Dellar, with murder in his eyes. This was good. The first thing Dellar had learned about fighting is when your opponent is angry he’s more likely to make dumb mistakes. The Toa came charging at Dellar again. He started slicing madly. Dellar dodged each attack and grabbed the shaft of the spear. Using his increased strength, he ripped the spear out of his hand and broke it over his knee. The fire bender’s element showed in his anger. He came charging at Dellar, forgetting that Dellar was two times larger than him. Dellar grabbed him and slammed him into the cave wall, this time actually breaking his spine. The Toa cried out in pain. Dellar looked over seeing his friend trying to fend off two Toa. He wasn’t doing that well until a large purple and yellow green rahkshi fusion blasted the Toa of iron back. Batrix was stilled being thrown around by altering magnetic pulls while the Toa of magnetism laughed. Dellar triggered his mask and rammed the Toa, knocking him right out of the cave. The Toa rolled off a cliff, barely able to grasp the ledge. “That wiped the smile from his face,” Batrix joked as Dellar helped him up. They looked over at the rahkshi mauling the Toa of iron. “You might want to call off your fuse before he kills him.” Batrix stared at the rahkshi and it stood up, revealing a bruised and beaten Toa of iron. “What do we do with them now?” Dellar asked. Batrix again stared at his creature. The fusion started to pick up the fallen Toa Hagah. “Oh and you might want to get the one hanging from the cliff.” He called after it. The fuse gave a thumbs up and hoisted the hanging Hagah over its shoulder. “What did you tell it to do?” Dellar asked. “To drop them off for the Makuta,” He said smugly. “But didn’t the Makuta put up a new fence that’s ten foot tall?” Dellar still didn’t get the joke “Exactly.” A wide grin spread across Dellar’s mask. The two began laughing hysterically. Review Topic

3ZansAfter preforming a burial service for his fallen friends, Zans burnt his Koro, so no one would pillage it and defile their grave. Zans sat against the trees, almost beginning to cry. No, Toa don’t cry, He thought, crying is a sign of weakness. He had no idea what to do next. The only thing he could think of was killing that vile, evil, disgusting Bitil. He should’ve been there to stop him, to protect his Koro. What kind of Toa was he? He had left his people to be slaughtered by that monster Bitil. He slammed his fist against a tree. How could live knowing that he was responsible for his Koro’s demise. He raised his staff to his Kanohi, preparing a plasma blast. He was about to melt his head off when he heard “I know the mask of Telekinesis is annoying, but destroying it while it’s still on your face isn’t smart.” Zans looked up to see a blue and golden armored figure leaning against a tree. “Go away, Toa of psionics, this is none of your business.” “Ah, but it is,” She chided, “See by letting you commit suicide under my knowledge, is basically killing you myself. Even the Toa code agrees with that.” “Then go away.” Zans said angrily, “then you won’t have to be a part of it”. “But it wouldn’t impede my knowledge of it.” She said matter-of-factly, “So please, unless you want to make me a murderer, put down the staff and cheer up.” Though Zans found this Toa extremely annoying, he knew what she said was true. He couldn’t make her an outcaste to the Toa. “Fine,” he said stabbing his staff in the grown. “Good, my name is Centra. What’s yours?” She asked, in what seems to be her forever cheery tone. “Zans,” he grunted. “Very well, Zans, what has put you in this depressed frame of mind?” “What has put me? Those vile Makuta! Bitil destroyed my Koro and all the Matoran in it.” For a moment, the cheery disposition that seemed ever present in Centra left, being replaced with a dark ominous look of deep thought. “So they are going for them,” She said looking off at a nonexistent object. “Going for who?” Zans asked. “Whom. They’re going after any type of Matoran or Toa that poses a threat to their new form.” “New form?” “Well, not new, they evolved into it around thirty-four thousand years ago, but I only found out about it recently. They’re now beings of pure energy, only being contained by their protosteal armor. And Toa of plasma, magnetism, and iron pose the greatest threat to their armor, so they are eliminating them.” “Eliminating them! You mean the Makuta think they can eliminate entire groups of Matoran!” “Not just think, they’re doing it, they’ve already destroyed hundreds of Fe-Koros and Ba-Koros, and now they’re after Matoran of plasma.” “They have to be stopped!” “I know that’s why I came here. I heard there was a plasma Koro here, so I came here to warn you. But apparently I was too late.” “How are we going to stop them, obviously we are no match for the Makuta,” Zans said, hungry for revenge. “Maybe not alone, but if we could find more Toa to join us, we could stand a chance.” “Then we search for more Toa.” Centra was leading Zans through the lush forest of his small Island to an unknown location. She ducked through trees and almost lost Zans three times. Finally, Centra stopped at a beach, with Zans breathless behind her. “Where are we?” Zans asked, still panting. “My boat,” She pointed at a small boat that would barely fit six Toa. “How do you think I got to your Island?” “So, we sail around each island, finding Toa and pack them into this tiny boat; leaving their Koros deserted?” “Hm, I hadn’t thought about that” Centra thought for a minute. “We’ll find villages, warn them, and possibly stay with them if they don’t have any Toa.” “And when do we find Toa?” “Well, maybe if we find more destroyed Koros, we’ll find more Toa to join us.” “It almost sounds like you want more villages destroyed.” “Never! I’m just saying that if we find more Toa, they’ll join our cause.” “Sure,” Zans said, seeing his newfound partner in a new light. “Let’s just get… wait,” Centra looked behind Zans with a searching eyes. “Get down,” She said in a low tone. “What?” Zans asked “Get down!” Centra jumped into Zans knocking him down, just as a bolt of lightning went flying over their heads. “Ah, two Toa, I thought I was only going after one.” Zans looked up to see a pair of glowing yellow eyes coming from shadows of the trees. “What? Too scared to come and face us, Zorrol?” Centra called. A Makuta came walking out of the shadows, his spear at the ready. He wore purple and black armor and a black Kanohi Volitak. “This doesn’t concern you, Centra. Step aside; I’ve only come for Zans.” “To finish what Bitil started?” Zans asked as he rose and readied his own staff. “In a way. we can’t have threats to our plan still existing.” “Leave him alone, Zorrol, your fight is with me.” Centra aimed a lightstone rifle, which seemed to come out of nowhere, at the Makuta and fired. The Makuta dodged the blast and sliced the lightstone, causing it to let out a large flare of light. The Makuta, unbalanced protecting his eyes, was easy for Zans to blast back. Zorrol went crashing into a tree. Zans held his weapon to Zorrol’s head, preparing a plasma blast. The Makuta looked at the staff at his head and pleaded, “Y-you wouldn’t kill me. I-it’s against your code.” “I could kill you,” Zans said, pushing his closer to the Makuta’s neck, “or you could leave me alone, and go back to whatever rock you slithered out from.” “Or," Zorrol said, regaining his composure, "No." Zorrol triggered his intangibility and phased through the ground. He came up behind Zans and kicked him into the tree. He raised his staff, crackling energy. He came down to slice, but instead was raised off his feet and slammed into the dirt. He got up and was shot in the face with a light stone. He went spiraling into a large boulder, and then got slammed into the rock four times, denting his armor. He got back up just to be sliced by a Griffin Gauntlet. He was encrusted in a blue crystal, and crushed by the pressure of the shrinking rock. Zans was stunned. “Y-you killed him.” “No I didn’t, he’s right there.” She pointed at a green gas floating in the wind. “As long as he finds new armor, he should be alright. Unfortunately,” she muttered. I’ll have my vengeance on you Centra, a voice echoed in their heads. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve beaten you five times already, and each time you say the same thing. Now get out of here before I have Zans disintegrate you.” The green-black gas started floating away as fast as it could. Centra laughed hysterically as Zans just stared at her. “Oh, come on Zans; don’t get all serious on me. I didn’t kill him. I’ve beaten him like that five times already, and he just comes back in a new suit of armor every time. Now, let’s get going.” She moved towards her boat, leaving Zans stunned. “Come on Zans, we got to go.” A still befuddled Zans came stalking to the boat. ******* Gehid was doing one of the most important jobs of Iconox, scavenging. He was searching for anything worth saving after ninety-thousand years, a useless job in his mind. He would much rather be in his lab making something worthwhile. But for now, he was out here in the giant unending desert of Bara Magna. He didn’t like that he had to look so far from Iconox, but seemingly they had found anything worth saving in Iconox. He was about to head back when he saw smoke coming from the top of a sand dune. It was either some very lost agori or something on fire. He climbed to the top of the dune and was stunned. There, in the midst of the sand, was what looked like the remaining armor of an ice warrior. Review Topic