Venomcus

This. Is doesn't make sense to me, also the police box is still a red light to Daleks and Cybermen and whatnot.

He was okay. Not the best, not the worst.

Chapter 3: Xakan A massive figure rose from the bubbling pool, twice the size of Zaantak. It shook and massive spikes grew from its shoulders. It looked at its hand as if it had never seen it before. The blackness hardened, and shattered like a shell. Xakan stood there, alive once again. He lowered his hand and turned his gaze back to his old allies. Zaantak and the others kneeled, but Zortan did not. Typical. He looked back down at his smooth armor. It was pitch black and light blue. He scratched the surface of his face with his razor-tipped fingers, and felt the surface of the Kanohi Dezaelus. It felt good to be alive again. “Yesss...” Xakan rumbled “It’s good to be whole once again.” “It is good to see you again, Xakan,” said Zortan “Things fell apart after your... premature demise. I organized your resurrection so you can lead us once again.” Vohmaz gave Zortan a dirty look and Xakan almost chuckled. “Yes, competency was not your strong point as I recall.” Xakan looked out over the barren wasteland. This land had not changed much, but the rest of Benevus would have had moved on without him. The population would have grown, which Xakan thought was a pity. “How much has changed, exactly?” “Any survivors of the Valiance have vanished,” Vohmaz replied “Morrak and Schaavek are doing time in Traznalac and unsettling peace has fallen on Benevus, other than the Volcanic Continent, as always.” “What a shame. I did like him.” “This is irrelevant,” Zaantak interrupted “We need to start planning. We need an army, how do we acquire one?” “You mean you’re not going to provide us your "But how about your forces of rogues from the Xacov Isles?” Zortan asked mockingly, turning to Zaantak. Xakan also turned to face him and Pravús hesitated. “No,” Xakan said with a quick gesture “His army is inferior to what I have in mind.” __________________________________________________________ Numek and Javel stood at opposite sides of a small clearing. It was necessary for Javel to re-learn all that he forgot; otherwise he wouldn’t stand a chance against Xakan or any of his allies when the time came. He had been in fights before, but not proper fights... "Are you ready Javel?" called Numek, interrupting the young Toa’s thoughts. The pair charged, and collided at the centre of the clearing, pushing against each other in a bout of strength. Numek started pushing forward, and Javel felt himself move back. He flipped his legs upward, and they connected with Numek’s chest. He pulled the warriors arms as he straightened his legs, grunting with effort. "Not a bad effort," grunted Numek "But predictable..." Numek's foot flung up and Javel gasped in pain as it connected with his back. The world spun around him and Javel found himself under Numek, who got him in a chokehold. Javel pulled his head back and slammed it into Numek's face, causing the warrior to grunt in pain. Javel repeated the action, until he felt the grip slip slightly. Easily breaking free, Javel grabbed Numek's head and flung him over his shoulder, grunting with the weight. He leapt on to him in an instant, and shoved the warrior's head into the grass, breathing heavily. "Numek," he managed "You are the strongest being I have met." "Glad you think so." Next thing Javel knew, he was thrown off Numek and the next thing he felt was a tree. Groaning, he managed to get up unsteadily. "You always did that," chuckled Numek "Before Kattan. Every time we practised, you'd underestimate me." "Well Numek," muttered Javel "No one likes a cheater." "So says the one who got beaten into the dirt," laughed Numek "You really need to get better at this." “But, how do I tap my elemental power? What about my Kanohi?” "Patience Javel. These fighting skills are important to learn." Javel grabbed his double-edged blade and Numek grabbed his. As soon as the blades connected, Numek bounced backwards. Javel’s gravity blade would typically do so, not even requiring Javel to acess his elemental power.The pair laughed. "My life was kind boring before this," said Javel "I-I just wish I remember..." "Look Javel," said Numek, putting a hand on Javel's shoulder "You're still you. I'm glad for that. Xakan will pay in full for what he did to you, and countless other beings on Benevus. Nothing is ever truly forgotten." "Thank you, Numek," said Javel "Thank you, friend." __________________________________________________________ Åzuzal’s army had finally moved to board the ships. It was very impressive, consisting of eight hundred ships with at least eighty Varikas on each one. The Fire Lord stood on the beach, in the red sand. How he despised water, how easily it could extinguish fire. Fire was his essence, so he did what he could to avoid mass amounts of it. The Fire Lords two other generals approached, these two usually assisted in coordinating battle strategies, or taking care of opponents the others could not. Harjotu was seven and a half feet tall, he was lean and strong and his legs were pretty long for a being like him. Taçedre was beetle-like, and his translucent orange armour almost made him look like glass. His wings were folded behind his back when he wasn’t in flight. “A fine navy indeed,” Harjotu rumbled “No one on Benevus suspects a thing, they believe us a myth.” “How naive,” Taçedre said in his nasal voice “We disappear for a few years and all of a sudden we’re a myth. No one can stop us.” “Except me, perhaps?” Åzuzal turned to see Xakan. Alive and whole again. The Lord of Chaos merely smiled. “Hello, brother.” Review Topic: http://www.bzpower.c...p?showtopic=397

Things are different this time round, I see. Your writing is great as always and I hope you continue! To the finale at least.

The island of Augrel, on the planet Murtua, was one of the more peaceful islands. On the coast of the island was a large city called Tilacia, with a large dome built around it, still allowing its occupants to exit and return through several entrances. Tilacia was the city of the Warga. A strong race, they generally lived in peace, with the occasional quarrel with traders and neighboring islands. Some trained themselves in combat, and are of the warrior class. The leader class makes the decisions, and the general class consisted of carvers, builders, engineers and many other jobs. They didn't travel much, but others came to trade materials with them. Burdok could remember it, clear as day. His fellow warriors, his friends, his beautiful home. Yes, it was almost a paradise to him. But that all changed, it all came to a horrible end, at the hands of an evil Makuta with a lust for power. That day brought one thing. Genocide. ____________________________________Burdok lunged as the blade narrowly missed his head. As a Warga, Burdock was thirteen feet tall, and had four large arms. Two of which had been fitted with blades. As a warrior class Warga, he had to train in case Tilacia was ever in danger. Heviil, his training partner, launched a kick that stumbled Burdok. He lunged towards Burdok, but the Warga pulled his arm back and backhanded Heviil, causing him to stumble backwards several steps. Readjusting his Kanohi Pakari, Burdok took several steps towards his training partner, anticipating his next move. Heviil chuckled. "Burdock," Heviil said in amusement "We both know who the real winner is here!" "Your ego is bigger than your brain," Burdok retaliated with a chuckle "I beat you before I'll beat you again!" The pair were fighting in a circular arena, one of many. The ground was covered in dirt and the walls were scratched and dented from countless training sessions. Burdok was proud of making the biggest dent in the wall, from where he had thrown Heviil. His training partner lunged forward with his axe, only to be deflected by one of Burdok's blades. Burdok dodged another attempt with the axe and flung his forward. Catching the punch, Heviil twisted his body and kicked Burdok in the face, sending the warrior spiraling into the dust. He moved forwards and pointed the axe at his partner's throat. "Come on Burdok, no more. I've won this time." Faster than the eye could see, Burdock grabbed the Warga's axe and tore it out of his hands. Using the back of the axe, he struck Heviil twice in the face, causing him to sprawl on to the ground. "You fought well," Burdok said "Get a new Kanohi Verdaren, I cracked this one. Again." "If this was power training I would have crushed you into the ground, Burdok." "No doubt Heviil!" Burdock said with a laugh. Burdok and Heviil were once rivals until Burdok rescued Heviil from a Makuta who tried to use Heviil for an experiment on the coast of Augrel. The base had since been deserted and Heviil and Burdok had been good friends since. ____________________________________A white-armored Warga walked down the hall. Her armor was cracked and aged, she was missing one of his four arms and was walking with a cane, also wearing a Kanohi Honiara. Her name was Gaathia, the oldest living Warga leader. The double doors open and he walked into the council room, with all the Warga leaders seated around a large, circular table. Gaathia took a seat at the head of the table. "What is the situation with the ships?" she asked "Veilia and her group haven't returned." "The ships have started moving again Gaathia," replied a Warga leader name Zaathu "Their flags have the Kanohi Jutlin on them, one of the masks we reject." "We have calculated that they hail from the coast of the Great Barren," a Warga leader, Kithia, mentioned "There are at least a hundred ships." "Surely we cannot judge them on their flag?" another leader inquired "Other species have different ways. Just because we reject certain Kanohi doesn't mean they will." "Tardol, we can't take the risk," Zaathu explained "From what we can tell they are armed. At the speed they are going, they will be here within four hours." "How were these ships spotted, exactly?" Kithia asked "Through a new telescope that was developed," Gaathia replied "Powerful technology. But we do not have machines to fight against hostility." "I propose we seal all the entrances into the dome," Tardol chimed "But don't ready warriors for two hours, if the ships don't change course then everyone will be alerted." "All in favor of Tardol's proposal?" "Aye!" the leaders proclaimed. ____________________________________Makuta Zardan stood on the deck of his largest warship. Thirteen feet tall, like a Warga, his bulky, spiked armor gave a fierce appearance, helped by his spiked Kanohi Jutlin. Mass bat-like wings protruded from his back, and a large crimson sword hung from his waist. It had taken him up to a hundred years to create a small empire. His people were feared by everyone else, so they were quarantined in Terra Quematha. However, their efforts to conquer the planet did not cease, so the Toa came blazing in and massacred his kind. Zardan and Mersirax escaped to the Great Barren, dealing with unwanted followers. They took refuge in an old fortress. Scavenging and stealing materials from all over Uteara they made a Rahkshi production line. It took years, but they managed to create a large, fully functional fortress, an army of Rahkshi and a fleet of warships. His first attempt at conquest ended in failure, foiled by the Toa Vithmeir. But it was an experiment, using a small force. The damage caused convinced Zardan that they were capable of conquest. What better place to start a full invasion than Augrel? Makuta Volskith walked up beside Zardan. He was hunched with tan and black armor. He wore the helmets of Vorox, trophies of old battles. He held his blade in his clawed hand. "This is very impressive, Zardan," Volskith hissed "You rose from Terra Quematha to create an empire, unlike most of our brethren" "I'm glad you accepted my offer Volskith. To live you need a purpose, a goal. A desire. This is only the beginning." ____________________________________Burdok walked into the forest, reaching a clearing. Water rushed down from the waterfall. Various plants grew around the clearing, as if it had been organized. But it all appeared to be untouched. Rahi cattle were grazing nearby. Burdok clambered on a large rock sitting near the river next to another Warga. He enjoyed coming here; he enjoyed it even more with the one he loved. "You've been training again, haven't you?" "Yes Gatti, you have a strange knack for noticing." She giggled. Gatti was a bit smaller than normal Warga, and she was not of the warrior class. She spent her time forging and carving new masks. "You're going to be the best of the best, Burdok, I know it." Gatti said confidently. "Thanks, I appreciate it. By the way, is that a new Kanohi?" "Yes, a Hemhem." "You scream a lot, you know." She gasped. With a quick shove, Burdok hit the water, but not before grabbing her foot and dragging her in with them. The two quickly resurfaced and laughed at their own situation. Burdok pulls Gatti close and pulls off the female Warga's Kanohi. After removing his own, he pushed his lips against hers in a kiss. After a long moment, Gatti pushed away from Burdok. "I'm... worried," she muttered "Burdok, I've heard of ships coming our way. Ships we've never seen before." "Where did you hear this?" Burdok asked in surprise. "Vakkti, one of the guards of the council room." Gatti replied. "I haven't heard much about it, but just that there are ships approaching. They could be traders from elsewhere." "What if it isn't? Do you remember the meteor shower?" "Gatti, that meteor shower was natural." "I don't think so." "You're a carver," Burdok said "You know everything about mask powers, we can defend yourselves. We will be fine." "Thanks, Burdok." ____________________________________An hour after the council meeting... Veilia swam desperately to the shore, barely managing to pull herself out of the water. She and several other Warga warriors had been sent to intercept the ships. They were greeted with an assault, killing all of the others and sinking their boat. She thanked Deccius that Warga were powerful swimmers. She ran through the dome entrance and into the city. Some called out to her on the streets, but she ignored them. This was far too important; the council had to know they were hostile. Her mighty lungs burning, she burst into the citadel and collapsed on her knees, panting heavily. One of the guards rushed towards her. "Veilia!" he exclaimed "You were gone for a long time, what's wrong?" "Need... to... tell... council," Veilia panted "Ships... hostile." The guard stiffened slightly, after a few seconds he put the female Warga's arm over his back and he carried her up the stairs and through the large hall that lead to the council's chamber. ____________________________________The alarm rang throughout the city as the entrances to the dome sealed shut. Burdok and Gatti separated. The general class was evacuated to the far side of the dome. The warriors assembled at front of the city and in front of the citadel. Burdok was stationed at the front of the city. The hostile ships were landing and Rahkshi were marching out alongside robotic shape shifters called Baterra. They started walking towards the dome and stopped when they were a mere meter away. Volskith appeared before the dome. "How nice to see you raised a fighting force," Volskith said malevolently "But this is the end of you Warga." Several squads of Panrahk and Guurahk mobilized and fired their staves at the dome, causing a brilliant light, but no damage to the dome itself. "The power of your Rahkshi is irrelevant," Zaathu snarled "The dome is impenetrable." The ground exploded under the dome and a large tunneling Rahi pulled itself into the city. Its features twisted and morphed into those of a Baterra. Before it could move, Burdok's blade had separated its head from its body. "Kill them all," Volskith hissed "No prisoners, no survivors." The Rahkshi swarmed through the tunnel and out the hole. The Warga, though taken by surprise, started to fight back. More and more Rahkshi swarmed out of the hole and the warriors were driven backwards. Burdock grunted as he slashed a Turahk into four quarters. He never faced so many Rahkshi before, some of the variants he never even seen before. ____________________________________An hour into the battle... "Heviil, where are you?!" Burdok shouted in the chaos. "Spot the flying Zirahk!" Heviil shouted back. A yellow Rahkshi flew over Burdok's head and the Warga warrior saw Heviil run towards him. "I thought you were with Baarik?" "He's gone, shattered by the Panrahk!" Burdok cried out as lasers struck him in the back. He seethed as his back burned in pain. Heviil grabbed his fallen friend and managed to shift him behind a damaged house. Another Warga came to them, Tenrah. "Things are bad," he explained "A few minutes in and Tardol and Kithia have been killed by that Makuta. The Baterra have ambushed the warriors defending the citizens." "No," Burdok gasped "Gatti!" "They will die," said a rough voice "Augrel belongs to us. The Warga will fall." An invisible blade penetrated Heviil's chest. Burdok screamed in anguish, as the blade pulled itself out of his friend's chest faster than the eye could see, and slashed through Tenrah's neck, swiftly decapitating him. Volskith's camouflage wore off and the tan Makuta approached Burdok. “A two in one," Volskith said with a chuckle "My lucky day today." "I hate you!" Burdok screamed. The rubble of destroyed houses rose from the ground, and smashed Volskith into the ground, with more and more rubble piling on the Makuta. Eventually, he stopped. Burdok grunted as he pulled himself off the ground and shuffled into the streets. Most of the towers had fallen and most of the houses were destroyed or burning in flames. Countless dead Warga were lying on the street and the scrap of Rahkshi littered the ground. The fighting had ended in this part of Tilacia. He had to get to the end of the city, he had to find Gatti. He had to protect her. I'm losing them... everyone I love... I will not lose her, I will not! Heviil my old friend, I will never forget you, or anyone who dies today. ____________________________________Gatti sobbed. The citizens had been evacuated to the far point of the city, and now she could hear the cries of battle nearby. She hated it, she hated the screaming of fellow Warga, she hated the hissing of Rahkshi and she hated it all. Why couldn't things just go back to normal? Most saddening of all, she didn't know where Burdok was. Her love had gone to the call of battle to defend Tilacia and all of Augrel. Did anyone out off Tilacia, off of Augrel know the about the invasion? About the screams of her people? Oh Burdok, please come back to me. Please Deccius, return him to me, and stop this madness. ____________________________________Zardan was impressed with Volskith's work so far, mostly. He had to destroy the rubble that crushed his armor, only his Vosveth was intact. His fellow Makuta had gotten on the wrong side of a Warga. "How many times?" Zardan scowled "Warga wield the power of Telekinesis, making them a far more dangerous threat than anything you have fought." "I'm sorry," Volskith's antidermis growled in reply "The only way we have gotten this far is because of the Baterra." "Their numbers are dwindling, we have nearly won." Zardan looked up. A large hole had been punctured in the top of the dome. Ironically, the dome could be penetrated from the inside, but not the outside. The Warga never considered that something would tunnel under the ground. "Are you going to take part in the battle?" Volskith asked. He thought it was odd for Zardan to organize something on this scale, and not take part. "Naturally," the Makuta replied "What is the point of having an empire if you can't kill innocent beings for fun?" ____________________________________Burdok threw the unfortunate Guurahk in the path of a Zirahk's Laser Vision, causing it to be blown apart. Regaining his strength he started smashing Rahkshi left, right and center. A rock shimmered and changed, revealing a Baterra, a large robot with blades attached to each arm. Its crimson eyes stared at Burdok, daring him to attack. Burdok slashed and the pair parried back and forth, each blow being block by another blade. Triggering his Pakari, Burdok's blades crossed and pushed down on the Baterra's block, and it caused the automaton's blades to shatter. Burdok delivered a mighty kick that launched its head off its neck. The head bounced off a wall and clattered to the ground, the crimson eyes faded to black. Then he appeared. Like the angel of death, a large warrior walked casually through the battles ensuing around him, walking over dead corpses as he did so. Burdok turned to confront him. "I am Makuta Zardan," he spoke "I am not your salvation, your friend or your ally. I am your doom. This is all my doing, Warga." "You did this?" Burdok roared in surprise "You caused this chaos?! These pointless deaths?! You're a monster!" "I am merely a businessman trying to run an empire," Zardan replied modestly "Now if you don't mind, I have genocide to see to." Zardan drew a large, crimson blade, spikes lining its edge. A piece of rubble rose from the ground and flew at Zardan, only to be destroyed with a small shadow blast. Zaathu and Gaathia came and joined Burdok. Both were weary and had been battling for a long time. Blood was running from Zaathu's lower right hand, rendering it useless. "A treat indeed, instead of killing Warga one at a time, I get to kill three at the same moment." "Your evil is truly a sight to behold," growled Zaathu "You have devastated our city, and have killed many of our own. You, Makuta Zardan, will pay for your crimes!" Zardan raised his arms and unleashed a massive shadow blast. Burdok cried out as the trio were sent flying backwards. Burdok grunted as he smashed through the wall of a factory. He pulled himself up to see Zaathu nearby, his head smashed open in the rubble. Gaathia pulled Burdok up. "They're being overrun!" Gaathia exclaimed "The civilians-" There was a loud explosion and the scream of hundreds was heard. Burdok could hear Zardan give the command for their execution, and yelled in rage. Running through across the pavement, he slammed hard into the Makuta, sending him flying backwards. He panted and looked around. There were too many, hundreds and hundreds of Rahkshi and Baterra, and so little Warga alive. He saw Gatti on the ground, fatally wounded, and rushed to her side. "Your Hemhem," he said, trying not to cry "It's not so new anymore." "Burdok..." Gatti said faintly "I knew... I knew I'd see you again before I died." "No!" Burdok exclaimed "I won't let you! We'll run Gatti, I'll save you..." "I'm done, Burdok," Gatti whispered "I'm good as dead. But... don't die. Please don't. Let us leave on in some form." "I can't be on my own," Burdock said, tears running behind his mask "I need my own kind with me, I need you with me. I love you, Gatti." "You will never be alone," Gatti said "I will always be with you, in spirit, Burdok. I love you." Burdok pulled his Pakari off and pulled Gatti's mask off, and pressed his lips against hers in one, final kiss. He pulled away and Gatti let out a final breath, as her eyes closed forever. "I will always love you," Burdok whispered "I always will." "How sentimental," Zardan said with a chuckle "I'd be more... pitiful, maybe, if my kind were capable of love. But alas, I could care less." "You monster!" Burdok roared, spinning to face the Makuta "My people are dying! You killed the one I love! You deserve nothing more than death!" "Leave Burdok," Gaathia's voice ordered "Go and survive, for us." Suddenly, Burdok's body rocketed into the water, and he felt himself still moving then. Everything turned black, and he could no longer see Tilacia, or Augrel. ____________________________________When Burdok awoke, he was in Central City. He looked down to see a package on his right, and his broken Pakari beside it. He opened it and it revealed to be a Kanohi Tryna. Despite being one of the masks his kind rejected, he placed it on his face anyway. He looked to his left and picked up Gatti's Kanohi Hemhem. Tears welled in his eyes as he remembered what happened. His people were slaughtered by Zardan's armies, Gatti died in the struggle. Burdok sat and cried and cried. Never again would he be the same, he was the last of the Warga. A group of Matoran would find him, and he would tell them his story. The story would spread on and on, and the Warga would never be forgotten. Burdok was given an apartment near the coast. He looked out the verandah at the sea; he didn't know who rescued him from the sea, and why they didn't help the Warga. I will never forget my people; I will never forget Heviil and Gatti. You will always be with me and I will dedicate my life to stopping this monster Zardan.

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Thanks. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up in the next day or so.

Bionicle Heroes on the PS2. Fond memories.

It makes sense for them to return, as they're heavily entwined with the series arc. I personally think it's just for a couple of episodes or so.

I think I'd like it better if it had the old skin and banner.

It's a great series. Death bringer has to be my favourite.

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I thought it was pretty funny, but I couldn't get into the "format". With the private talks and the way they film.

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I prefer Makuta. More menacing.

2010 onwards for sure. It just seems convuleted, and the writing isn't as good as it used to be.

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Chapter 2: Ressurections The last members of the Axis stood upon the roof of an old castle known as Rezark, once belonging to “The Shadow” and later the Axis themselves. It was damaged and falling apart and the need for a new base was clear. Rezark was placed on an island, with no trees, mountains or any signs of life other then the monstrosities created by the Axis, who were quickly dying off. Large spikes stood around in a circle, and a ball of shadow energy was held up high between the tips. Zortan, Zaantak, Vohmaz, Zetal, Mythos stood around a pool of black liquid, mixed with mysterious blue substance. "We need a basis form," hissed Vohmaz "Muscles to be expanded on, armour to transform and a mind to be... overwritten.”Zetal stood forward, puffing his chest out slightly. "I will do this," he said solemnly "I will be part of Xakan; I will become a part of true power." Zaantak blasted Zetal in the back and the ex-Toa was thrown into the black liquid, without a splash. Crackling shadow energy from above entered the pool, and even the Pravús needed to stand clear. The pool bubbled angrily and rose up and down. Vohmaz nodded to Zaantak, and he threw the Kanohi Dezaelus into the pool, agitating it even further. “It’s working,” Vohmaz exclaimed “Xakan is returning to us.” ______________________________________________________________ "You were once a Toa, a warrior,” Corvelan explained “You took Xakan one on one, but somehow, he regressed you back to your Matoran state.” "You were his enemy," said Numek "Because you ruined some of his important plans on your own." "I... was a member of the Valiance?" "You were one of the best. You had the respect of Likllen herself, for you were exceptional even among our ranks." "But we must hurry," interrupted Buthak "One of our psychics predict Xakan’s return.” "You're all cool dudes," snarled Rethzak "Xakan can't return because his body was shattered into a million pieces! Even so, this puny Matoran couldn’t have been his worst enemy." "There's no time for debate," said Corvelan "Step forward Javel, so you can face Xakan once again.” Javel’s insides twisted. His life was a lie, his work meant nothing, and it was a charade for what he had done before. He liked that life, now he could never go back. Did his friends not matter? Nor the Ga-Matoran he fancied? Who was he? Javel stepped forward and Corvelan place his clawed hand on his shoulder. A white aura surrounded the pair, and electricity started to generate. Javel turned white and his form molted and grew. The aura soon died and Javel became clear again. "Your memory of your former self cannot be restored," Buthak said sadly "But your form and spirit have been." Javel was now a silver and grey armoured Toa. He felt his Kanohi; it was smooth, with indents in the forehead. Sharp spikes jutted from his left shoulder, his armour felt bulky and his dagger had changed into a impressive double-edged gravity blade. "Impossible," muttered Javel in amazement "But... amazing! This is who I once was?" Corvelan grunted and fell to one knee. Buthak put on hand on his shoulder. "Yes," replied Buthak "You are again a Toa. A rather painful experience for our friend Corvelan here, but no doubt worth it." “It took a lot of research,” said Numek “We went to places you couldn’t begin to imagine. So it is good to have you back.” Javel looked at his hands in amazement. He felt so different now; a tingle was running through his body. He was bigger, and he felt much stronger than before. “You know, we were good friends once,” Numek said with a smile “I was injured, and you saved me from an angry Scorrahk.” “I’m not the Javel you know,” Javel said uncertain “He sounded like a brave warrior. I’m not the one you need.” “You will become the Javel I knew,” Numek said with a warm smile “At some subconscious level, you know me.” “Enough with this,” interrupted Prikad “You can handle this emotional dreck later. What is important, is getting re-teaching you combat skills.” “What am I to do?” growled Rethzak “I shouldn’t be here!” “You’re coming with me,” replied Schaavek “Your stealth skills will be put to good use.” ______________________________________________________________ Åzuzal’s chamber was set at the top of a large, crimson tower. A large arena was set around it, and was used for battles between chosen fighters. Today, the Fire Lord’s force had all straightened up in rows before their master, who stood on the viewing platform a quarter of the way up the tower. "Benevus awaits us," bellowed Åzuzal "A world to be decreed by us! A world to burn! The creatures will burn alive, as the plants and vegetation do! Burning, burning! The heat will overcome, and feed us strength! For victory! For glory! For power! For fire and chaos!" "For victory!" chanted the army "For glory! For power! For fire and chaos!"The warriors cheered and Åzuzal threw his arms into the air. Around him, several torches lit up brilliantly and the army cheered even louder. Åzuzal turned and walked back from the viewing platform. Within was what was called his secondary chamber. This one was littered with the heads of countless dead warriors on the walls, the ones who lost their fights in the arena. A large rack on the left wall held dozens of swords. "The world will indeed burn, Fire Lord," hissed Erskin, standing by his master’s crimson throne "By your hand, by your might and by your leadership, Benevus will fall." "First Benevus," said the Fire Lord "And then we go out into the universe and conquer and destroy to our content, Erskin." "There are so few of us," Erskin said with a hint of anger "But when our empire rises from the burnt cinders of this world, we can achieve so much, Fire Lord." Åzuzal smiled evily. Review Topic: http://www.bzpower.c...p?showtopic=397

Vamprah plays everyone Why is lewa so green

You have some good writing skills. Some good dialogue too. I think it needs to be more descriptive though, what do Eek and Touran look like? Scars, masks, etc. It's a good start.

Thanks guys, it's much better now.

I'm working on my epic, and I noticed that when I post something I copied and pasted from a document, it changes. It gets centered, and some of the text changes. But when I edit it, it looks fine. This is happening in my epic, and I was wondering how is this problem solved?

Chapter 1: Allies Vorox on Benevus were different from the kind on Spherus Magna. More intelligent than their counterparts, they could speak matoran. They were honorable, but vicious warriors in battle, and wielded power over the element of Sand. Self-reviving cells allow them to become stronger after every defeat, every mortal wound inflicted upon them. Nomads, these Vorox roamed in packs in all sorts of areas on Benevus. Unless they were a true challenge, the losing fighter would be torn apart by the Vorox and devoured, despite the presence of Zesk, less intelligent creatures who would find food and water for the Vorox pack, and whatever remained, the Zesk ate. Rethzak separated from his pack many years ago, after a disagreement with the pack leader. He remembered it well, and was disgusted every time he did. His grey helmet had a long, dark scratch under the right eye and was fused to his face, as a constant reminder of that day. He spied from the bushes on the coast of Torlem, as a boat pulled in and a matoran jumped off. Rethzaks eyes followed as the Be-Matoran as he walked along the dirt road that lead into the forest, but switched back to the water as the air started to shimmer. A lime and green armored warrior appeared in a flash of green, he was tall and lean, and he wore a Kanohi Shelek, mask of silence. The mysterious being just stood there for a while. Rethzak turned and slowly stalked through the bushes, following the trail of the last one to enter. Everything on Torlem seemed to be dark green, the leaves, bushes, the long grass, all the flora. The occasional pink flower bloomed here and there. He swatted a small insect that landed on his arm. After minutes of creeping he had the Matoran where he wanted him. He was standing on one knee, rummaging through his pack. Rethzak quietly moved out of the bushes as he had done to his prey many times before, not even creating a rustle as he did so. His tail raised high as he got closer, not even noticing the sound of something being launched... The green pulse struck him hard and he fell on his side. The Vorox looked down at his hand as it grew stiff, his functions freezing. Someone had paralyzed him, leaving him unable to fight back against whatever was about to happen.______________________________________________________________ Javel breathes were hard as he heard someone collapsed behind him. He had suspicions someone was following him, so he stopped. Why? He didn’t know. He slipped his knife back into his sheath and closed his pack. He turned to face the warrior that appeared from nowhere."Who... who are you?" Javel asked in amazement "I mean, not that I'm not grateful, but I don't know you." "I am Schaavek," he replied "I was assigned to give you the message, protect you and guide you to where you need to be." "By who?" "By those who protect Benevus," replied Schaavek "To allow you and your friends the peaceful time you live in.”“But why?” There was silence for a moment, and then Javel turned towards the Vorox, who was still unable to move. He knew what filthy things Vorox were, but he never saw them when they were savage. "What should we do about him?" "Tell us your name, Vorox," said Schaavek coldly "And do that trick again if you please. I’m what you might call... a happy killer.” "Rethzak,” he growled, spitting with every word "And if you don’t get off-." Schaavek pressed down hard on Rethzaks chest and the Vorox cried out in pain, his tail began to flail wildly. "This is the plan, Rethzak," said Schaavek with a small smile "I'm taking you with us.”“What?!” "That's right. Not a single Vorox on Torlem and I wouldn't want you to break that record." Javel was surprised how strong Schaavek was. With the Vorox ability to grow stronger, he was sure Rethzak would put up some kind of a fight. He felt unsure about Schaavek, something just wasn’t right. But he had saved Javel, so the least he could do was listen to him. "Vorox can’t be trusted!” exclaimed Javel “He’ll kill me or you the first chance he can.”“I’ve dealt with far worse things than Vorox.” Schaavek said confidently. Schaavek took his foot off Rethzak’s chest and allowed the Vorox to stand. He glared at the pair in front of them, clearly not happy at the events that just proceeded. If Schaavek wasn't there, no doubt that Javel would have been torn apart. "So, are you going to come with us, or depart in most gruesome way?" asked Schaavek. He waved his hand and Rethzak was able to move again. It was visibly obvious that it took all of his strength to not attack the pair. "No," said Schaavek, a smirk forming on his face "You can't." "Well..." rasped Rethzak "An expert fighter, teleporter and a telepath... what's your next trick?" "You really don't want to know."Javel felt uncertain. He still didn’t know what the purpose of all this was. He was taken out of his comfortable home and now here he was, in Tormel, allying with a Vorox of all creatures. Will he ever see his home, or his friends again when all was said and done? Schaavek grabbed Javel and Rethzak, and vanished. A silent breeze flowed through the bushes. Destiny had made the decree and fate made the move.______________________________________________________________ The Volcanic Continent covered fifty percent of the Western Hemisphere, and was dictated by a terrible being. Åzuzal was the Fire Lord, master of said element. Sitting upon his large crimson throne, he was almost twice the size of a normal Toa. He had massive horns, jet gliders attached to his back and a flamethrower/blade attachment on his right arm. Wearing red, black, yellow and silver armour, he was one of three warriors, their own species, created and dumped on Benevus. They burned for revenge, but Åzuzal decided to put conquest first. "Erskin!" bellowed Åzuzal "Come here!" Erskin came walking through the corridor that lead to the fire Lords chamber. The warrior was red and silver, had one good eye and had his left arm replaced with a flamethrower. He wielded a lava launcher, and was regarded as one of Åzuzals finest warriors. "Yes Lord Åzuzal?" asked Erskin approaching. "Are the Varikas ready to move?" Varikas were an ancient, though primitive, race. They never caused harm to anyone outside the Volcanic Continent, until the Fire Lord appeared. Displaying his power over fire, he gained control over them with ease. With a little prompting, they became a savage army at Åzuzals command. Varikas resembled Toa, except for the large spines that ran down their back. Their spines and claws are known to be coated in acid that is constantly produced by the body, which absorb all elemental attacks, except stone and earth, and they transfer it into energy that can be used through a modified weapon, which the Fire Lord gave graciously. "Yes, Lord Åzuzal," replied Erskin "They will be ready to move soon, and Benevus will be yours." "One thing Erskin...." hissed the Fire Lord "What of these Xakan rumours?!" Erskin grew uncomfortable, standing there in shock. "Answer me!" bellowed Åzuzal. "J-just rumours," stammered Erskin in reply "Really nothing to concern yourself with." "I'm not," growled Åzuzal "But he has great intelligence and can prove to be a thorn in my side. These rumours must be eliminated, Erskin." Erskin bowed. "I assure you Fire Lord, that these rumours will desist when your might army conquers Benevus." "Leave me, wretch." growled Åzuzal. Erskin did as he was told, not wishing to incur the wrath of the Fire Lord. One did that before when he was under Åzuzals service, and the whole island they were on went up in flames. Visitors say the great fire was caused by a lazy Matoran, and that the Fire Lord was but a myth. But when Åzuzal’s invasion begins, it will all change.______________________________________________________________ Schaavek, Javel and Rethzak arrived again in small clearing, and Javel and Rethzak both fell to the ground, groaning in pain."Teleportation," said Schaavek "Hurts the first of time because you're not used to your molecules adjusting." "Well," Rethzak growled "Don't conveniently forget to tell us anything else that we should know!” Javel ignored them. He stared at large wooden hut front of them, covered in moss. It was obviously old, as if it had seen many things, and just watched as the world moved around it. Javel’s architecture knack told him the structure was being eaten away, and it would collapse fairly soon."This is Turaga Buthaks residence," explained Schaavek "He is expecting us." Javel knocked, and the door creaked open slowly. He entered, and Rethzak and Schaavek followed. The inside of the hut was warm, and much more hospital then the deceitful outer appearance. Shelves contained various carvings and tools, and the main feature was a stone table in the centre, surround by chairs. A Turaga of Air sat at the head of the table."Welcome my friends," he said warmly "Please, take a seat." Schaavek and Javel sat at either sides of the table, and Rethzak stood near the door, muttering to himself angrily. "I am Turaga Buthak... I was the first Toa, and leader of the first Toa team," replied Buthak, not taking notice of Rethzak "I fought against both “The Shadow” and Xakan themselves. And Javel, you are the most important being on Benevus. Buthak coughed loudly and three warriors appeared beside him. One was white and red, and looked menacing with his jaws, blades and spikes. The second, and the largest of the three, was an orange and black warrior, who greeted them with a warm smile. The last was silver and black; wearing bulky armour he had a large blaster of some sort replacing his left arm, with a Kanoka launcher attachment. "Their names are; Prikad, Numek and Corvelan. We are the survivors of the Valiance." Review Topic: http://www.bzpower.c...p?showtopic=397

I don't think it's as good as it used to be.