Toa Lapaka

2TantrixTantrix woke up; slumped in the same glass tube he had been knocked out in. Chirox was still in the room, and he was mad. He was yelling at his assistants and slamming tables. “I want that failed experiment out of my lab, I want that Kraata burnt, and I want you to get it right!” He bellowed. Tantrix thought this would be a good time to leave; before the Makuta figured out he was awake. Still lying on the floor of his container, he channeled his element and tried to melt his canister. But something was wrong. What was supposed to be a concentrated beam of heat came out as a tiny spark and smoke. What, He thought. Maybe if I try again. He channeled more of his power, but this time he didn’t even get a spark.“What in Mata-Nui?” Takham whispered to himself. One of lab helpers took notice of Tantrix’s consciousness“Um, sir, th-the subject is awake.” He stammered, pointing a black armored finger at Tantrix.“What did you do to my fire, Makuta?” Tantrix yelled as he stood up, infuriated.“Your… fire?” Chirox asked, looking earnestly confused.“You know what I’m talking about! That slug of yours did something to my element, and I want to know what it did!”“Strange, it wasn’t supposed to absorb element,” one of the aides noted.“Silence!” Chirox snapped. He looked over Tantrix with great curiosity. “This is a strange development. I must study it more. Take him to the main laboratory, I’ll do more there.” Chirox studied Tantrix for another moment and then walked out the door. The assistants, looking relieved to be alive, started to open Tantrix’s tube. They reached in to grab him, but he was too fast for them. He tripped one into another and quickly knocked back the other two. He ran out the door as the servants tried to get back up. He got into the hallway just as sirens began to whale. He saw two shadows coming from the end of the hallway, so he turned back and started to run the other way, but two figures emerged from that hallway. Tantrix quickly side jumped into a room. He quickly pushed the locking mechanism into place, and slid down the door panting. He looked around to find that he had locked himself in an armory. There were shelves upon shelves of weapons and mask. There were many weapons, but the tool that attracted him most was a spear in a case against the wall. It had a red shell near the blade and four spikes sticking out from near the top. At the base of the case was inscribed ‘Spear of Fusion 2.0’. Tantrix pressed the release button on the side of the box and grabbed out the spear. Two-point-o? He wondered while handling his new Toa tool, I didn’t know there was a one-point-o. Next he looked for a new mask, seeing that his had been confiscated when he had been captured. He had been a mask maker before he had become a Toa, so he recognized each mask he picked up. He shifted through many masks, none to his liking. They were all either immoral or useless. He kept looking until he came across a large rimmed, reptilian looking mask. Mask of gravity? Well if they stole my element and mask, why can’t I steal one from them? He put on the mask saw that there were two tubes and several tools under it. Getting another idea, Tantrix grabbed a sack from one of the shelves and shoved all the items into his bag. Just as he finished, he heard someone trying to open the door. “Open this door,” the voice from the other side bellowed, followed by a series of loud bangs against the door. Tantrix quickly grabbed the largest blaster he could find and aimed it at the wall opposite of the door, and prayed to Mata-Nui that it led directly out of this fortress. No such luck. Instead he had just blasted straight into a laboratory where large tools hanging from the ceiling were in the middle of mutating a Toa of sonics. Tantrix, unable to simply leave his fellow Toa, fired his weapon at the base of the instruments, destroying them. He ran over and tried to awaken the Toa, but the Toa’s energy was too drained. Tantrix ripped off the Toa’s chains and hoisted him over his shoulder (which was pretty impressive considering how massive his new mutated form was). He blasted the gun, but it had apparently out of ammo. He ran through the open laboratory door, just as the door to the armory burst open.Tantrix lugged the unconscious Toa through the hallways of the base, ducking into rooms whenever he heard footsteps. Finally, unable to move any further, Tantrix ducked into a closet. He leaned his new Toa friend against the wall as began to try to wake the Toa again. After a few minutes of trying, he awoke.“Ugh,” he groaned, “what’s going on?”“Good you’re awake,” Tantrix said, nervously glancing at the door as if it might explode. “Listen, I just saved you from the Makuta, and right now, I could really use your mask of speed.”The Toa of Sonics shook his head like he was trying to wake up. “Okay, just give me a second.”“We might not have a second.”The Toa tried to stand up, swayed and nearly fell on Tantrix. “I’m ok,” he reassured. Tantrix peaked out of the door to make sure the coast was clear. “You do know the way out of here, right?” Tantrix asked.“I know the way, just hold on to my shoulder, tight.” With that, Tantrix and the Toa went racing through the hallways. However, when they reached the outside, there were legions of rahkshi waiting for them. Tantrix, after regaining himself from being dragged for what felt like a kio, looked around for an easy escape. He laid eyes on some caves near the end of the island. He pointed at them and yelled “There!” The Toa understood and triggered his mask again. They went zooming past rahkshi, barely dodging energy bolts and staffs. They reached the mountain, where Tantrix was hoping they would stop and slowly scale the mountain. No such luck. Instead, they went leaping up rocks and around passages until they finally reached a small cave. Tantrix looked out of the opening and saw teams of rahkshi scaling the mountain after them.“We have to seal off the cave,” he said as tried to melt the rocks at the entrance, forgetting his element was gone. The sonic Toa let out a high pitched scream that caused loose rocks to come crashing down and rahkshi to fall over the edges of the mountain. After a few minutes, their cave entrance, as well as many others, was sealed off.That night Tantrix and Dellar (which was what Tantrix learned his name was) made a fire to celebrate their escape.“Do you know how many times I’ve tried to escape?” Dellar asked jovially.“No, how many?” Tantrix asked, while working on a project.“Too many," Dellar laughed. "Hey, what is that project you’ve been working on?” Dellar tried to look over Tantrix’s shoulder.“Finished! Now just got to attach this here, and this one here, there we go.” Tantrix turned around, “How do I look?” Tantrix’s Garia had two tubes sticking out of it that led to two sockets his arms.“What’s that for?” Dellar asked, eyeing Tantrix suspiciously.“Well the mask of gravity allows the user to increase or decrease gravity, however, when tapped into, it can give the user much more power. In fact, at its full potential, it can give the user a Toa of gravity’s ability.”“How do you know all this,” Dellar asked with a confused look on his face.“I did some experiments back when I was a Matoran mask maker. Anyways, since the Makuta have apparently drained my element somehow, I am using this mask to gain control over gravity. Now, there’s just my name left.”“Your name? What’s wrong with your name?”“Nothing, just it was given to me for my fire abilities, but it no longer fits me. Let’s see,” Tantrix thought for a moment. “From now on, call me Batrix.”Review Topic

wait... Greg has a kid? Wow, I didn't know that. Well its good to hear Greg is doing well and I hope he can find some spare time to write soon.

1Takham It had been a month since Takham’s battle with Tridax, and he had almost learned to get around with one arm. Since he had been a Toa Hagah, he had no Koro to return to. He had spent a few weeks in a cave healing, and after that he had traveled around the island warning others about the Makuta’s betrayal. But every time he‘d arrived to a Koro, either it was completely destroyed or the Matoran thought he had gone insane. Finally he stopped at a Koro to help protect it from any oncoming Makuta attacks, though he didn’t know how much good he could do with only one arm. Then, one day while he was canvassing the Koro, a Fe-Matoran came up to him. He introduced himself as a Nynrah Ghost, and asked him if he wanted his arm back. Takham had given him a skeptical look and answered a cautious “yes”. “Good,” the Nynrah Ghost said enthusiastically. “Meet me at Nynrah workshop eleven. I do wish you can come.”Takham had never liked the Nynrah Ghost. They would work for whoever paid them, and in his eyes, they were no better than the Dark Hunters. But he went any ways, just to see what the Matoran wanted. He arrived at the Nynrah Ghost’s village. Factories, forges, and workshops made up the majority of village. He had been there a few times before while he guarded Tridax. He entered workshop eleven and was greeted by pure emptiness. He knew this was unusual. Usually, the workshops were filled with the Nynrah ghosts working on a variety of different projects. But now, the workbenches with half-finished projects were deserted, and the customary sound of metal clinging against metal was absent. “Hello,” Takham called warily “I came like you told me to.” There was no answer. “Hello!” Takham yelled again. “What’s going on here?” he asked to himself privately. “Takham, glad you could make it,” called out the Nynrah Ghost’s voice. The sudden noise made Takham nearly jump out of his armor. “I’m sorry we had to meet under these conditions, but I’m breaking the rules just having you here.” “Rules? What rules?” Takham questioned. “Oh, we Nynrah Ghost have many rules. One of which is you don’t go looking for work; you have work come to you. We are not supposed to go around and offer services.” “Why did you tell me to come here?” “I have something for you. Follow me.” The Nynrah Ghost led Takham through labyrinth like workshop. He weaved through benches, around machines, and past vats of melted metal. They kept moving until the ghost finally reached his destination, ah large workbench with a silver and crimson object on it. “That looks like an…” “An arm? Yes, it is one, well, a mechanical one. I built it for you.” The ghost picked up the arm and handed it to Takham. It was like his other arm, only a bit bulkier and longer. It had the same type of shoulder armor he had, the same coloration and everything. “Oh, and I also noticed that you are in need of some new Toa tools.” Takham looked down at his beaten up old shield and thought back to the loss of his sword. He had never really thought about it, but if he was going to have his revenge on the Makuta, then he would need some new weapons. The Matoran laid a new sword on the table in front of Takham. It was silver with a glowing red rim designed to look like fire. “I call that Scorcher, it feels like you’re on fire when you’re hit with it.” The Matoran then pulled out a large metal shield; it had sharp edges on both ends with magnetic shields fused in with the metal. “That shield will send out an opposite magnetic current with whatever comes near it. You can also shut off the pulse just by pressing a button on the handle.” Takham looked down at the tools, speechless. “I don’t know what to… wait a minute,” Takham realized something he hadn’t thought of before “how much do want for all these?” “How much?” the Matoran had a confused look on his face. “You Nynrah Ghosts never give things away for free. So, how much do you want?” “Nothing, this is my gift to you.” “Really?” Takham was very suspicious. During all his days, he had never heard of a Nynrah Ghost giving new tools for free. “You Toa do everything for us Matoran, but when we want to do something for you, you think we’re up to something. Consider this my… our apology. For helping the Makuta all those times. The other ghost won’t say this, but we made a mistake helping the Makuta. We should’ve known something was up when they had us construct their new armor. This is the least I can do.” Takham was still skeptical, but the Matoran sounded sincere. “Wow… thank you. Now, how do I get my new arm on?” The Matoran grabbed the arm and what looked like a gun his bench. “I’m going to have to put you out so I can put your arm in place,” He said. He pulled the trigger and a ray scanned over Takham’s head, which knocked him out.When Takham woke up, he found himself laying on one of the workbenches, his head throbbing. “So, how do you feel?” the Nynrah Ghost was standing to the side of the bench holding a small tool. “Like I just hit my head on the floor,” Takham said, rubbing his head. “Sorry about that, but I couldn’t have caught you any way. But I was talking about your arm.” Takham looked in amazement at his new right arm; it was attached to his body like his normal arm and didn’t fell weird at all. “Perfect.” he responded, “like it was an actual arm.” “Great! Now try moving it.” Takham tried to raise his arm, and just like a natural movement, it rose off the table. “Amazing!” Takham exclaimed. He twisted his wrist and moved his arm like it had always been part of him. “Thanks.” “Don’t thank me yet. There is one problem with the design. Don’t let it get zapped. A blast of electricity will short out its circuits. Plus it’s made out of protosteal, so it conducts electricity easily.” “Wait, can I channel my element through it?” “Of course, I even designed it so it won’t over heat.” “That is amazing. Thank you.” “It’s the least I could do.” When Takham returned to his Koro, he showed everyone his new arm and tools. The Matoran were just as impressed as he was with them. They awed over the details and power of his new tools, and were amazed at his new arm. It was a good night for Takham, until his nightmare. In his dream he was standing in the middle of his Koro, and everything was peaceful. He began to walk around, but suddenly black flames erupted from one hut. Matoran ran screaming, while Takham tried to absorb the flames. He tried but with no success. Soon the black fire spread to anther hut, than another, and another, until the whole Koro was ablaze. The flames grow higher and higher. They rose so high that when Takham looked up all he saw were flames. Then a pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the flames, followed by the form of the Kanohi Kraahkan. "Go ahead and try and stop us, little Toa," Said a deep evil voice. "Even if you douse one flame, the fire will just grow!" Pillars of fire rose up around him, and out of them came the forms of his fallen Toa brethren. Their armor corrupted and their eyes replaced with black holes. “Why didn’t you save us?” they said in unison. “Why couldn’t you have stopped Tridax in time?” “I tried to but… but,” he tried desperately to explain, but he choked on the smoke created by the growing fire. “Now you will rot in Karzahni!” His Toa Brethren charged at him. Takham screamed as he was swallowed by the shadow. Takham woke with a start. He checked himself over, arms, legs, head, they were all there. He looked nervously around his dark hut. The shadows seemed to move around eerily, the voice echoing in his head. Takham summoned a small fire and examined his tent. His tools were still leaned against the side of his tent, his pack beside them. Everything was the same, but he still felt a dark presence. After several minutes of lying in his bed lost in thought, he finally drifted off to sleep.His second dream was much less frightening. He was standing in the middle of a Kini temple, statues of Mata-Nui all around him. He glanced around, trying to figure out why he was here. He had come here for some reason, but he couldn’t remember what it was. It nagged at the back of his mind, and while he tried to remember, the statues around him began to speak. “Takham, you have been chosen. You must travel to the Islands around your own. You will find five more and unite as one. Each has a grudge against your enemy. Your job will be to lead them, either to victory or their own demise.” “But how will I know who these others are?” Takham asked pleadingly. “The first two will be found on Destral. One is of fire, which is of fire no more. The other wears a cursed mask. The next will be found on the peninsula of the old ruler. They will have no natural emotion. The last will be found on island of the yellow legend. The brains and bronze.” “Do I go look for them now?” “No, you will know when to begin.” “But how will I know which ones they are?” “You will know. Now, awaken!” Takham bolted upward, wide awake. The sun was just poking over the mountains. He thought about his dreams. Were they connected? What did they mean? The second one was pretty clear, but the first? Were they visions, or just something rotten he’d ‘eaten’? He lay back down and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, contemplating. He had never had dreams of the future. In fact, he had never had dreams before now. He stared at his new tools. He didn’t know when ’the time’ was going to be, but whenever it was, he would be ready for it.Review Topic

so, wait, do we have to wait an entire month for the whole story to be re uploaded... that doesn't seem right, especially for a story as awesome as this. Maybe Bzp should lift its rule for epics getting posted for just a week or to

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PrologueTakham was locked in combat with Makuta Tridax. His Toa Brethren lay motionless on the cold earth around him; their masks were shattered and their armor melted. They had been no match for Tridax. Tridax sneered, “You’re faltering Toa. With every strike you weaken. Soon you will join the rest of your rest of your team in Karzahni!” Takham blocked a slash aimed for his neck with his shield and jumped out of the way of a plasma blast. He spun and blasted the Makuta with a fire ball. Tridax wasn’t expecting this blast, so he hadn’t readied his fire resistance. Takham went to slice at Tridax, but Tridax parried his blow with his spear. “Concede, Toa!” Tridax shouted through gritted teeth. “You’re no match for me! Concede and your death shall be quick!” “Never!” Takham yelled, barely able to control his temper. “As long as you and your kind lives, I will never stop until I avenge my brethren!” “Very well, I’ll have your heart stone in three moves.” Tridax blasted Takham to the ground with shadow. “One,” he said. He blasted Takham’s weapons away, “Two,” an evil grin spread crossed his face. “Three,” Tridax held his claw up and sliced down. Takham saw the attack coming and tried desperately roll out of the way, and though he escaped death, he wasn’t fast enough. Takham grabbed at his arm, but it wasn’t there. He cried out in agony. Tridax laughed manically at the sight. “Maybe not three, but the fourth time’s the charm”. He continued laughing until he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He winced at his chest where a sword hilt was sticking from out. He ripped the sword from his ribcage and tried desperately to stop the green-black substance coming from the hole in his torso. “You’ll pay for this Takham! One Day you’ll pay!” Tridax blasted Takham one more time before teleporting away, knocking him out. ******* Zans was jovially walking back to his Koro. It was days like this that made him glad to be a Toa. He had just finished chasing away a swarm of Fireflyers from his Koro, and was now going to have a hero’s triumphant return. Everything was perfect, the trees were green, the Matoran were happy, and there was smoke coming from the direction of the Koro. Wait… that wasn’t right. Oh, the Matoran are probably getting my feast ready, Zans thought. But then more smoke started billowing. Realizing something was wrong, Zans started to race towards his Koro. He arrived to a bonfire of huts. His Koro was aflame, dead plasma Matoran strewn everywhere. Who did this, He wondered angrily. Then, as if to an answer his question, a large yellow-orange and black armored creature came flying from one hut, Makuta Bitil. Zans couldn’t control his anger; He shot several plasma blasts at the Makuta, all of which missed. “You need target practice, Toa. Let me show you how it’s done,” Bitil shot a powerful blast of shadow at Zans. Zans tried to dodge the blast, but it hit him dead on and he went flying into a tree. Bitil laughed a senseless laugh. Zans was insanely mad now. He lobbed a plasma blast straight at the Makuta’s wing, and Bitil came plummeting to earth. “What are you doing!?” Zans yelled, “You’re supposed to protect the Matoran, not decimate them!”“New leadership, new rules,” Bitil answered. “You mean Teridax ordered this!?” “I would love to stay and chit-chat, but I have strict orders,” Bitil lunged at Zans, knocking him to the ground. The two rolled around on the ground, like two infant makua, trying to pin each other, until Zans blasted Bitil in the shoulder, melting his armor. A green and black substance leaked from the hole in Bitil’s armor. “What’s that?” Zans asked. Bitil felt his strength leaving him, and knew he had to get out of here quickly. He let out a power scream to blast Zans away, then, not having enough power to teleport, he flew away; leaving Zans to curse and threaten revenge on him for what he had done. Dellar hung motionless in his dungeon on Destral, awaiting the Makuta. He had been dreading this day, hoping it would never come, hoping the Makuta would just forget about it. The doors of his cell creaked open, and the green and black armored Mutran walked in. “And how are we doing today, Dellar?” Mutran asked. “Go to Karzahni,” Dellar muttered. “Now, now Dellar, no need to be rude, you should be happy. You’re contributing to the future of our universe.” “A dark, evil future.” “I don’t see it that way. Do you think Mata-Nui cares about you? He doesn’t, he’s so ignorant he didn’t even notice that we put him asleep, until it was too late.” “Just get it over with, Mutran.” “Very well then,” Mutran snapped his fingers and the chains holding Dellar up released him. He fell to the floor with a thud. He got up, his hands still trapped in one of the Makuta’s hand cuffs. Mutran grabbed him and led him through the hallways to a large room. Weird metal instruments hung from the ceiling above a small table. Mutran took off Dellar’s hand cuffs and thrust him on to the table. Four metal straps latched over his arms and legs. “Now, Dellar, let’s get started.” The tools roared to life and came down. Dellar screamed in agony as the metal tools chopped, drilled, and warped him into a horrible creature. ***** Krallis and his team were combatting a horde of rahkshi led by Makuta Gorast. She was a fierce fighter and had already taken down several of his Toa teammates. Krallis was freezing rahkshi right and left, but for each one he beat five more took its place. He was fighting the losing side of an uphill battle, and he knew it. His only chance was to take down Gorast, but she was being guarded by five of her own personal rahkshi. He had to get her attention, so he raised his weapon and fired a freezing blast at the Makuta. One of the rahkshi jumped in the way of the blast, and Gorast paid no attention. Seeing his attack had no effect, he yelled “Gorast, come and face me if you aren’t too scared.” This got Gorast’s attention. She turned towards Krallis and gave him a spiteful grin.“Are you eager for death, Toa?” she asked, “Fine, we fight.” Krallis knew it was self-sacrifice, but he had no other choice. If he won, than the attack would be over, but if he lost (which was more likely) he and his team would die. Gorast flew at him, her weapons raised. Krallis raised his shield and shot her back with an ice blast. A fierce battle commenced between the two, but eventually Gorast won out. She pinned him to the ground and sneered. “How should I kill you?” She asked. “Maybe a slice to your heart stone, or a lightning blast. I can kill you in so many ways.” She pondered over her choices for a moment, than she came on a decision. “Ah, this will do it.” She grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt himself disappearing, fading. Then he felt an oppressive heat. His armor melted as he plummeted to the ground. His body and armor melted into non-existents. He felt his heart stone stop, and then he died. ****** Tantrix had been captured. He was stuck in a tube, like a Rahi in the archives. He waited for the Makuta to do something with him. He banged his head against the side of his tube. How could he be so dumb to get captured? “Hurting yourself won’t stop us from preforming our experiments,” Chirox said. “Makuta, why are you all doing this?” Tantrix asked angrily. “Power,” Chirox replied, “were tired of doing all the work and never getting any praise. Plus, Mata-Nui was never a good leader, under the Makuta this universe will thrive.” “And what do you want with me?” “You will help us on our way to victory. You’re going to be a lab rat.” Chirox pulled out a slug-like creature from a tube on a table. “What’s that?” Tantrix asked. “Your destiny.” Chirox thrust his hand with the creature through the wall of the tube and the slug latched on Tantrix. Tantrix freaked out and tried desperately to rip the slug off of him, but its grip was too strong. He felt his energy being drained from him. The drain overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.Review Topic