MetaStriker

Wow. After five-plus years of being a member of BZP, I finally got around to making a blog during BZP's anniversary week. Took me long enough Happy anniversary, BZP. Thanks for all the opportunities you've provided to me over the years, whether for the cheeky set reviews, news about BIONICLE and LEGO, the forum upgrades, and the ability to hone my own skills in comedy and writing.

That's right everyone, welcome to our collaborative comedy, OKONICLE: The Okay Chronicle​. Master Inika and I have had the idea to do this for a while, and we're so happy we've finally brought it to life! We hope you readers enjoy.

Stingy. What a word. Nice plot twist. I guess Roger and Jake won't be getting lasagna for a long time. I'll admit that I was a little confused why Roger was leaving to get the weapons but I get it now. It'll definitely be interesting to see how they get out of this mess

For the record, as a huge fan of Zelda and BIONICLE I've always appreciated your works, and this one was no exception. While I'll admit it's been a long time since I originally read ​Skyward Stooge​, this final chapter was still humorous and a great conclusion to a great comedy. Furthermore, I give you a lot of credit for wanting to give the story a proper write-off, as that's how I've felt in regards to my own series of comedies. I do wish we were getting a Breath of the Wild-spinoff, but if you're done, you're done and that's okay. Thank you for the memories. (excerpt from ​Tahu's Consequence​, Special 2, posted June 30th, 2017) --- Narrator: You know, it’s weird. I can see Comedy City right above us. TSO: What? I can’t see it. Narrator: Although it does look somewhat barren. I don’t know, I remember during The Fire Chronicles the city was bustling with content. MT Tower, Voltex Productions, The Lewa0111 Nuva Inn, ShadowBionics Skyscraper...gosh, I don’t know what happened. TSO: From what it sounds like, I guess times have changed. Narrator: I don’t even understand how you hear me. You don’t have ears. TSO: Respect artistic liberties, dude. But I mean, the best you can do is keep those memories close to you. And embrace the new ones. Narrator: (looks up to Master Inika Center, which stands tall in the air with NAW) You’re right. For once. I’ll never forget the memories we had together. --- See you around the forums. ~MetaStriker

Idiocracy is not a real word, though it was a movie from 2006. The word you're looking for is idiocy. I made the same mistake after seeing Idiocray. Well, to explain it easily, Meta and Striker are the split personalities of yours truly. In the original comedy, my old username was Tahu Nuva: Toa of Silver but here, it's clearly MetaStriker. The Fire Chronicles introduced a literal battle between TNTS and my new username/personality, Meta Nuva. Meta Nuva is the Meta part of my username, and Striker is the TNTS part. Lol, I'm pretty sure I didn't explain it easily, but the whole arc is going to be furthered in The Hero Tahu, though, so don't worry. Mata Nui, as explained in an earlier chapter, was saved by Lewa when he was in Karda Nui, investigating the Codrex. If you remember from Tahu's Transport, the Toa Mahri were all captured by Helryx in 2007, before they were able to fulfill their destinies. While imprisoning them, Helryx released shadow leeches into the Mahri's stasis tubes to turn them evil, and by the time Kopaka released them, they were full-on Toa of Shadow, henchmen of Helryx and the Empire. In 2008, Lewa sacrificed himself to save Mata Nui by putting on the Ignika; Mata Nui's spirit remained here, preventing the Matoran Universe from being destroyed. Oblivious to this, Helryx announced Lewa's death when crowning herself Orderly Empress but never explained how--because she truly never knew how. Admittedly, Vezon's rarely appeared since Brutaka left him--and Roodaka made her first appearance in this very epilogue--but rest assured, they'll be getting far more screen time in The Hero Tahu​. Well, consider all that a mid-series clarification. I'm staying tight-lipped on what lies nex for The Hero Tahu​, but fear not--it'll all be here soon. Also, spelling error? Yikes. Well, all I can say is that I'm anything but perfect I'll go and fix that up. ~Meta

Thank you so, so much. It's been a heck of a ride with this series over the years, and I couldn't be happier that it's finally seemed to strike a balance and become the work I've always wanted it to be. (Hopefully the epilogue of this season doesn't play out like Seinfeld​, then ) Just a quick, official announcement before we start: production on the third season has begun, but I will be taking an extended hiatus from the series as I approach new happenings in my personal life. You can still expect activity from me on the site, and for the third season to come, sometime, but please don't expect it soon. If anything, know that I'm spending my time living, working, and writing, making the next season of this series the best conclusion for the Orderly Empire, ​NAW​, the Resistance, and everyone in the universe it can possibly be. Thank you for your patience And with that... --- Epilogue: Onward Heh. It’s good to be back. You didn’t even exist in the original comedy! What’s happening here? Why is my font green and italicized? You know, Striker. You just forgot. We almost forgot, too. You can’t do this! I am the author of this comedy! Without me, you wouldn’t even exist! Well, I'm also the author of this comedy. And I’ve had enough of the way that I--I mean, you’ve, behaved. Meta, come on. The Fire Chronicles wasn’t even finished. Your plot was awful and it made no sense. Striker, your humor in the original was so bad, I would’ve rather watched Birdemic: Shock and Terror five times in a row. You could’ve easily inserted a “four” joke in there. And I didn’t. Because they suck. You suck. You suck more. That’s why I’m hereby banning you from the comedy. I’m sorry, WHAT?! That’s right. Your reign of terror ends here. That was a bloody awful reference to the third season of The Fire Chronicles. Which, by the way, wasn’t even finished. You know, maybe if you made a fourth season to the comedy, you would’ve actually concluded it. Get out. Seriously. I sort of have a story to tell now. I’m so happy. Curse you, Greg all. In the comedy… Vezon quietly closed the portal to NAME AND ADDRESS WITHHELD, making sure that no being noticed that a portal had been in the room as the rogue warrior eavesdropped. Granted, since it was written into the story, Meta and Striker both knew that Vezon was eavesdropping, and now I know, too. It’s really paradoxical the more I think about it, so I’m just going to drop it because it’s psyching me out and I’m pretty sure it’s just a clever plot transition. Wow, the old TNTS would’ve fired me for that. I’m liking this---well, his---Meta persona. Vezon gazed into each Cavern of the Elements as he stood in the middle, just as he had done for years. He had not left the Underground Lab of the Great Beings in four years, as he had arrived there with Brutaka after dimension-hopping through several different comedies and universes. During their time in the Lab, they had both worked to study the Great Beings and perfect the control over their Olmak masks. Since Brutaka had abandoned Vezon to get into the war, Vezon sat, alone, musing. Waiting. Watching. Throwing his Kardas Dragon a bone, he opened another portal, lounging back in his recliner... In Roxtus… The ruin of Roxtus Castle spreads across the mountainscape as the Glatorian continue to desecrate the surrounding region. The pieces of the Mega-Village, hauled by Agori, are fastened together with Roxtus, forming a large robot not unlike the Great Spirit Robot. They cheer. From the edge of the portal, Vezon sees another portal open, with the form of Makuta Teridax hurtling down. His eyes widen. On the Shores of Metru Nui… Hordes of Visorak swarm into the city, as Roodaka watches them inching towards the Great Temple. There is no escape. On the Shores of Daxia… “Onua!! No!!” Gali watches as Onua is knocked into the sea. A Dark Hunter climbs aboard the ship. “She should’ve killed you when she got the chance. Your journey, regardless, has been for noth--” But Taka tackles the Dark Hunter, moments before his spear reaches Gali’s skull. Toa Nuhrii quickly fires a Kanoka into his chest, and the Hunter is still. They look towards Daxia Fortress, whose doors are wide open. “Gali, we can’t. It’s too dangerous. We need to save the others...Onua...Kopeke...they can’t be gone.” But Gali has already exited the ship, hustling towards the entrance to the fortress… As she sprints through the halls of the dilapidated stronghold, Vezon leans toward the portal in suspense. He is, for the first time in years, afraid. In Helryx’s Throne Room… --and Mata Nui, wearing the Mask of Life, inhabiting a black and gold body, sat on the throne. “I...I always knew. I always believed you couldn’t have died.” “I did, actually. Nonetheless, you know, in your heart, why I’m still here today. I could not have asked for a greater sacrifice from Lewa…after everything.” Tahu bows his head, humbly kneeling in front of the Great Spirit. “Stand up, Toa Tahu. You must understand that I’m no hero.” “But you are. You’re the reason we’ve been alive this entire time.” “I could’ve come back at any time to save you all. Maybe if the old writer wasn’t so brutal--” How dare you. What did I say?? gET oUt. *insert sPoNGebOB meme* Really? You’re resorting to stale memes now? Wow, I thought I could wait until the end of the epilogue, and this is a super-long epilogue, too. That’s it. You’re done. (falling) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO “No. I would’ve been defeated if I came back before now. And even then, I can’t save you all. I alone cannot stop evil from plaguing our universe. But we can.” Tahu stands up. He turns around, looking back at Berix’s body as well as Ackar, who is tending to Brutaka. Axonn, Helryx and Kiina are nowhere to be seen. “I promise you, we can all make this better. Don’t you agree?” “I do.” Tahu feels a hand on his shoulder. That voice...that hand. It is all he has ever wanted to find. Without hesitation, he takes Gali and holds her close, bursting into tears. He smiles. End of Season 2 --- ​ Coming soon to a comedy forum near you...​The Hero Tahu​. In the meantime... ~MetaStriker ​~I mean, Meta. Striker was banished. ~Meta.

I've finally gotten to read through this, and it's definitely fantastic how much thought you've put into every single character, creature and mask. I can't imagine how difficult it is but you're pulling it off real well and props to you, honestly. I'm assuming 2006-2008 is next? How do the residents of Mahri Nui survive without the Uakuak? xD Keep up the great work!

It's all right. If anything, it's given me a lot of time to mull over how to end this season, both effectively and comically. I should note that Chapter 10 and the Epilogue are notably heavier than other chapters of this series, but there's been a lot of aspects to consider. As for the name-drop? Well, I'm happy you appreciate it. I've seen this forum go through many stages, and I really do miss the old days, but that doesn't mean I treasure what's here now. --- Chapter 10: Reality “You know you must go back.” Brutaka’s palm relaxed over the portal as the bluish light colorized into the royal palette of Helryx’s throne room. The lights were dimmed, as Her Orderly Empress had not yet returned to Daxia Fortress. “I can assure you that you will find the closure you’ve been yearning for, Tahu. You need to finish this, and you can.” Kiina turned to Tahu. “So you really aren’t from here, then? You’re from that bloody giant robot that jettisoned away and left us to die on Bara Magna?” “Wait, what?” Tahu tried to comfort Kiina, but she stepped away. Ackar and other surrounding Glatorian looked displeased as well. “He has no recollection. It has been millennia since Tahu was created by the Great Beings and put into the Matoran Universe.” “I believe him,” Berix said, pointing to Brutaka and running next to Tahu. “If we don’t, we’re all doomed. Tahu helped us all unite and defeat the Skrall Empire.” “Well, clearly, he did. But why?” Kiina mused. “Why would he go out of his way? No one’s that selfless.” “Tahu is,” said Ackar. “He saved my life when he didn’t have to. I owe him it all.” “Look, Kiina. We don’t have much time,” said Brutaka. “I don’t even know who you are! How do you know my name??” No one noticed Berix dart into the portal as Brutaka turned to debate Kiina. Behind Berix, the portal snapped shut. In Helryx’s Throne Room… The room was decorated in gold, accented with royal blue drapes and carpets. The throne sat slightly offset from the wall, and branched out like the wings of a butterfly. The technology and architecture surrounding Berix was nothing like he’d ever seen before. He could have spent days immersed in studying this one room, and he’d have been happy. As Helryx burst into the room, Berix’s dreams instantly vanished— In Daxia Fortress… Helryx rushed through the halls, being careful to avoid any remains of ice from Kopaka’s Nova Blast. She contacted the Mahri, ordering them to scour the city of Metru Nui in hopes of finding and stopping the Resistance. She ordered Karzahni, who Nuhrii had bested on Artakha, to gather the Makuta and Dark Hunters to secure the city and other continents. She tried to call Axonn, but her message didn’t reach. She tried to call Teridax. No answer. I don’t understand...how is everything falling apart so fast? Barely a month had passed since Tahu’s escape. The strong, unyielding empire that Helryx had built over ten years was tearing apart as if the threads had been loose all along. “No...that’s not true…” Helryx tried to console herself, stay calm, but as she approached her throne room, she yearned to execute Order 44 with that big red button. She thirsted to kill them all. In NAME AND ADDRESS WITHHELD… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET BACK TO THE STORY, THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! We’ve had enough, TNTS. You’ve gone too far. And we’re putting an end to all of this. It’s far too much. Putting an end to what?! The plot? You can’t kill the plot of the comedy, without the plot it won’t be a comedy!! Nex, pull up the definition of the word, “comedy.” “In a modern sense, comedy (from the Greek: κωμῳδία, kōmōidía) refers to any discourse or work generally intended to be humorous or amusing by inducing laughter, especially in theatre, television, film, and stand-up comedy.” When did you join them, Nex?! And that’s literally pasted from Wikipedia. I’m ashamed to be working with you creatures. See, that’s why you won’t be anymore. You have no control over that. Oh, but we do, TNTS...or, should I say, uncensored...MetaStriker. *DUH, DUH, DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!* In Helryx’s Throne Room… “He was innocent.” Tahu stood over Berix’s body. He faced Helryx with eyes colder than ice. “You had no reason to kill him. You didn’t even know him. He wasn’t even from our universe.” Helryx’s hand hovered over the button. “This isn’t our universe, Tahu. This is mine, and you left it. You abandoned everyone. You made everyone’s lives CENSORED!” She slammed her fist down on the big red button, and jumped off the throne, her mace flying up in the air, and down… The chains of the mace broke as Kiina swung her trident into Helryx’s way. The spiked ball thudded into the wall, missing Tahu by about a foot. Kiina thrust her weapon, aiming for Helryx’s back, but Helryx quickly rolled out of the way. Swiping her staff from the wall behind her, she sliced Kiina’s Thornax in half, mid-air, and proceeded to engage Tahu. Unprepared, Tahu was blown back as Helryx shot a stream of water at the Toa of Fire, dousing his charged power and knocking him across the room. He quickly activated his Hau Nuva to block the projectile, and unsheathed his sword as he lunged for Helryx. Helryx’s staff narrowly missed Tahu as he approached her from the side, and she was thrown back as Tahu knocked her to the ground. She thrashed out, kicking her legs out to trip Kiina as Axonn was pushed through the portal, followed by Brutaka, who had Axonn laying on the floor, Brutaka’s sword against his neck. “You...you’re supposed to be dead!” Helryx’s Mask of Psychometry glowed, and the spiked ball hurled into Brutaka, knocking him into the wall, unconscious. The portal in the room began to spaz as Brutaka’s Olmak rapidly flashed; it was cracked from the blow. Helryx stood up, but Tahu quickly tackled her to the ground once more. Tahu began hacking at her staff, taking every opportunity to wound her. His aura glowed red, in both anger and fire. The staff shattered as Helryx forced Tahu away. Glancing behind her, she attempted to kick Tahu, but he blocked her attacks easily. She breathed heavily. No...that’s not true. I won’t let it be true. Grabbing something from the floor, Helryx dove into the portal and disappeared. Moments later, the portal shifted to the world of Bara Magna, where Ackar hurriedly ran into the Matoran Universe. “I...I don’t understand. I shouldn’t have run in there. This is all my fault.” “It’s not your fault...but everything is going haywire. There’s people crossing into our planet that we’ve never seen before,” said Ackar, hastily. “Look, I don’t know who you are. But I trust you. And I trust you to stop all this madness.” Tahu’s head darted around the room, from Berix’s body to the flashing red button, to the torn tapestries to the Olmak, cracked across the middle. He looked back at Ackar. “My name is Tahu, Toa Nuva of Fire. And I’m not a hero. I have no idea to stop all of this madness. I’m...I’m sorry.” “It’s going to be all right.” That voice...that voice had not been heard in years. But it was all too familiar to Tahu. Tahu slowly turned around-- To Be Concluded… --- Epilogue dropping in the next few days. Thoughts?

Nothing beats a slice of lasagna and/or apple pie a la mode. I'm quite liking where this is going, and I can't wait to see how the likely fight between Roger and the Dark Hunters for weapons plays out. Keep up the good work. EDIT: Claire is savage.

--- Special 2: Save the Comedy/Don’t You Worry, Readers Narrator: Well, hey guys. As promised, I said I was going to do something to save the comedy. However, I suppose I won’t be able to do anything until I get out of the bloody wig salon. Well, it’s actually not hard to get out of the wig salon itself. There’s just a door leading out of it. Really, there’s a long and winding road associated with the Wig Salon. That’s why it took two chapters to drag me away from NAW. Shame (not really) that this was all in vain for TNTS and his CENSORED ways of bossing. Granted, it’s probably going to take me a little longer because I really don’t know the way, and it’s just me. The Shadowed One: HEY!! Another cool dude! I thought I was the only one down here. Narrator: ...wait, did TNTS really kill someone else off?? I’m barely impressed. TSO: I mean, I didn’t want to die. Narrator: Oh, you’re so precious-special. And would you care to mention why you’re headless? TSO: Oh, I was decapitated by a Kanoka Launcher. You know, my head just sliced off cleanly. Minus the vocal chords. They’re still here. Narrator: Of course they are. Oh boy. This is going to be fun. In the Wig Salon Lobby… Narrator: You’re sure you want to watch over the place? Nuju: Positive. I have no desire to kick the bucket for the fourth time in this series. Staying dead is so much easier. Narrator: (to himself) Not when the entire comedy is falling to bits. Nuju: I’ll keep it spic and span. But don’t fret. I won’t moon the camera until you get back. Narrator: ...you’re making a good choice, staying here. Best of luck. TSO and I are heading out now. (exits in a rush) Nuju: (turns to Lewa) You didn’t want to go? I’m sure your teammates would have been ecstatic. Lewa: (looks dramatically out window) I’ve fulfilled my destiny. To go back…would be anticlimactic. Purposeless. Cheesy. Nuju: Maybe I should’ve gone with those weirdos. You think WAY too much. Outside the Wig Salon… Narrator: You know, it’s weird. I can see Comedy City right above us. TSO: What? I can’t see it. Narrator: Although it does look somewhat barren. I don’t know, I remember during The Fire Chronicles the city was bustling with content. MT Tower, Voltex Productions, The Lewa0111 Nuva Inn, ShadowBionics Skyscraper...gosh, I don’t know what happened. TSO: From what it sounds like, I guess times have changed. Narrator: I don’t even understand how you hear me. You don’t have ears. TSO: Respect artistic liberties, dude. But I mean, the best you can do is keep those memories close to you. And embrace the new ones. Narrator: (looks up to Master Inika Center, which stands tall in the air with NAW) You’re right. For once. I’ll never forget the memories we had together. TSO: You shouldn’t. Whatever they ar---AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (falls down hole surrounding Wig Salon on all sides) Narrator: You’re kidding me. TNTS, you little-- (dives into hole) Several Minutes Later… Narrator: You know, I can’t believe we’re still falling. Wherever it might be, I don’t see any light at the bottom of this pit. TSO: Me neither. Narrator: So what made you want to come back to life? TSO: What? That’s why you’re going on this journey? Narrator: I mean, technically, I’m not dead. You didn’t know what we’ve been doing this whole time? Are you kidding me? TSO: Heh. Nice pun. Narrator: What?? (slams into ground) Wow. That didn’t hurt. TSO: Maybe it’s because we’re dead. Narrator: You’re dead! I’m not. TSO: Hey look, just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I’m an idiot. Narrator: I mean, I’ll look, because I’m the only one here who can. And don’t worry. You being blind is only slightly linked to your idiocy. TSO: You know, I don’t understand why you’re so mean to me. What have I done to you? Narrator: I hate your chicken. TSO: My what?? Narrator: Your chicken. Come on, General Tso. You know it’s too spicy for our own good. TSO: I...I...what?? GENERAL TSO?! That’s both the best and worst thing I’ve ever heard. (growling of unspeakable horror) Narrator: ...and that might be the second worst. To Be Continued... --- wow I know it's not Saturday yet wow ​Chapter 10 will be out by Sunday. The jam-packed epilogue will be out by Tuesday. ~MetaStriker

I'm not good at it, but yes, it's actually pretty good.

--- Chapter 9: Okay, we need to talk about this. TRANSITION GUY! THAT’S NOT THE TITLE! I frankly don’t care anymore. Boss, this story is falling apart and if you--- Don’t you see? We literally just started a chapter. We have a plot to tell! This isn’t the time to have this conversation. Are you ever planning to have it? Or are you just going to yell at more of your workers? This is going too far, and I can’t take it much longer. Fine. Guardius, take him away. NO!!! FINE! Okay. Oh boy. Kiina panted, looking around the corridor. Corpses of dozens of Skrall warriors lay scattered across the floor. Those who survived crawled towards walls, corners, and exits from the castle. Turning, the Glatorian gazed out of the window behind her, where she saw Gresh, Malum, and other warriors vastly overpowering the Bone Hunters, who were slowly, but surely, retreating from the Black Spike Mountains. In the distance, she could see beings in vehicles and hordes of Vorox pulling enormous pieces of protosteel towards Roxtus. “Do you think...it’s right, what we’ve done?” Berix shuffled forward. Throughout the battle, he had remained mostly undercover, but his various tricks and traps had helped to turn the tide in the rebels’ favor. “They’re all gone. We desecrated their way of life. What they’ve stood for, for thousands of years.” “And what have we lived for? We’ve all had nothing. We’ve always been struggling, scavenging to keep ourselves alive,” Kiina turned away from the window. “They’ve thought they were better than us. That they had the power to control our lives, and make us feel as if we’re worth nothing. We’re not. And we’ll never be again.” In Tuma’s Throne Room… Tahu scanned the room, trying to catch Ahkmoa’s teleportation pattern. Behind him, the Toa swiftly kicked Tahu’s legs, and Tahu crashed to the ground. He rolled away quickly, narrowly missing Ahkmoa as he thrust his sword into the floor, inches away from Tahu’s back. Retrieving the fidget spinner, Ackar again threw it at Ahkmoa, but he disappeared. Reappearing on the arm of the throne, he caught the spinner and chucked it out of the room. “Go get it, Axonn,” said Ahkmoa, snickering. “YES!! Axxie finally gets to play with a fidget spinner!” the tyrant exclaimed as he limped out of the room as fast as he could. “No…” Ackar muttered as he hurried to fetch his spinner. He glanced back at Tahu, who flicked his hand, agreeing. Ahkmoa turned to Tahu. “Give up yet?” “Never. Not to you, you rotten little--” “Don’t even say it. I’m a Toa now, and I’m bigger and far more powerful than you’ll ever be.” Ahkmoa disappeared and reappeared, standing on top of the throne, twice as tall as he’d been moments before. “You wish you have the power to be anywhere you wanted to be. Safe from evil, safe from terror. You almost got lucky. But in the end, your selfishness to leave everyone behind led to your own death.” Tahu was silent. Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t have left everyone behind. He knew that no one in the Orderly Empire could have had any idea that he survived the transport. He knew that he should have stayed to defeat Helryx, instead of leaving everyone he loved under the terror of the Orderly Empire. He knew it was selfish and now that he could admit it to himself, he understood what he had gotten in return. As Ahkmoa jumped off the throne, his sword pointed at Tahu’s heart, Tahu accepted the consequence of the hellish fire he had started. Inches above him, a flash of bluish light encircled the area where Tahu lay. Ahkmoa screamed as he fell into the portal, which opened into the ceiling of Mangaia. The Toa plunged headfirst into the pool of Energized Protodermis as the portal dissipated, and Tahu froze. A gold hand hovered above his eyes. Slowly taking it, Tahu shook as Brutaka helped the Toa onto his feet. Handing him his swords, the titan smiled. “You’ve done well.” “Brutaka...you’re alive?” asked Tahu, shocked. “That’s not what Axonn said when he saw me. That’s very reassuring.” “Where’s Vezon? How did you get here? How did you--” he pointed to the mask. “Those are questions for another time,” Brutaka replied, carefully dodging the questions. “As for you…” He raised his palm. In the Great Temple… Applause thundered across the hall, where hundreds of Matoran, Toa, and Turaga gathered in celebration. Taka and Nuhrii graciously accepted the applause as they quieted the crowd. Next to them, the Toa Nuva closely guarded Makuta Teridax, who was shackled to the floor. “Fellow beings, today I declare the first battle of the Resistance...a complete success!” Taka yelled, letting the crowd mount in excitement, cheering and applauding. “The leader of the Dark Hunters is dead, the ultimate creator has been freed, we’ve captured a Makuta overlord, and at long last, we’ve been reunited with Gali.” “Shut up,” Teridax muttered. “You’re all too good to be---ARGH!” Pohatu kicked Makuta, who keeled backward. Onua quickly gagged the tyrant, calming the crowd. “No, leave him alone.” Taka strutted over to Teridax, removing his gag. “Fellow denizens, as Orderly Assistant---” “--you mean, Assistant to Her Orderly Empress--” “Don’t push it, Teri.” “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” Taka shoved the butt of his staff into Teridax’s leg, who again cried out in pain. The crowd cheered. “Hey, guys, settle down. We’re a civilized bunch of beings, aren’t we?” Teridax rolled his eyes. Yeah, so orderly. “As a member of the Orderly Faction, I would assume that Teridax knows a fair deal about the...plans, should I say, of the Empire. Perhaps this would be your opportunity to tell us all.” Teridax gazed out into the hall, where dozens of beings stared back at him. He craned his neck around slowly, where he saw Taka motioning for the Toa onstage to raise their weapons. They all followed. “And if I don’t?” “You know what will happen,” Nuhrii retorted. “Frankly, this was my idea, and rather than killing you, I wanted to give you a chance to...um...redeem yourself.” “Nuhrii, he’ll never be able to redeem himself for what he did. Even when he wasn’t in the Empire. Teridax has always been out for himself.” Taka pointed his staff at the Makuta. “He went against his own brother. He went against us. If he’s willing to save his life, he might as well go against Helryx.” “She went back to Daxia Fortress to execute Order 44.” The room went silent for a few seconds before spiraling into uncontrollable, hyena-like laughter. “HA! As if we’d believe you and your fourth wall joke,” Taka chuckled, swinging his staff. “NO WAIT! I’M SERIOUS! IT’S THE PLAN TO EXECUTE EVERY ONE OF YOU IMBECILES!” Taka’s staff swung into Teridax’s back, causing him to howl in pain. Dropping to the ground, the Makuta was instantly lifted back up by Pohatu and Onua. The noise ceased at once. Taka turned to the Resistance, its leaders and members. He tried to find the words to speak, but none came. To Be Continued… ---

I really appreciate that. Thank you.The Dark Hunters have definitely been mentioned before. I know it's been a while since Teridax's and others' story arcs have been covered, but this chapter was a major culminating point for portions of the plot. Happy you enjoyed. I've been on vacation this past week, so sorry for the long wait. Chapter 9 will be up on Thursday, followed by a Special on Saturday. Chapter 10 will be up nex week.

Huh. Interesting. Suffice it to say that my own personal struggles have weaseled their way into the plot of this entire reboot. Anyway. --- Chapter 8: Ignition “How small. How painfully insignificant.” Helryx gazed down upon the Coliseum and its seats, quickly filling with clueless spectators. To her right, Teridax stood tall, trying to redeem his reputation after being relieved of his punishment. To her left, TSO sat, licking his fingers and holding a leg of chicken. “They won’t know what hit them. Soon, no one will know...because they’ll all be dead.” Teridax applauded in agreement, grabbing his champagne glass and toasting with Helryx and TSO. Helryx sneakily rolled her eyes as TSO’s hot sauce collided with the glasses, leaving residue. “Empress, what shall we be doing after this execution?” Teridax asked. “Well, since you’ve been moping around for so long, the empire has casually been falling apart. No big deal. Maybe if you didn’t instigate Takanuva we wouldn’t have to be standing here right now.” “Come on, Helryx. You know you take pleasure in killing hapless denizens,” TSO jested, finishing his wing and quickly snagging a second. “...I can’t say you’re wrong. Anyway, I will be heading back to Daxia Fortress. Though I haven’t heard from my lovely little Mahri servants, I will assemble them and the rest of the army to execute Order 44.” Helryx motioned to the stands. “Every single Toa, Matoran and Turaga will be purged in merely a night.” “Take out Ahkmou first,” Teridax pleaded. “Unfortunately for you Teridax, it seems the Toa may be very, very powerful, according to your description of him,” Helryx mused. “I’d rather be willing to recruit him and delegate you to a lesser position than to listen to any more of your ‘suggestions’.” Teridax gazed out the window. “You will stay right here and ensure that every being returns to their Metru, as normal,” Helryx ordered. “TSO, you will venture to Odina and gather the Dark Hunters. I will meet the Mahri immediately afterwards so they can slay the remaining Toa Nuva, and then gather the Makuta and Rahkshi.” “With all due respect,” TSO pondered. “If we purge everyone, then who will we really be ruling over?” A few feet behind them, Brutaka nodded, having eavesdropped through his portal. As Helryx turned to respond to TSO, the portal disappeared without a noise. TSO lurched back suddenly from the box as the window shattered. The leader of the Dark Hunter’s body crumpled to the floor as his head was thrown to the wall, where Brutaka had been watching moments before. Helryx jumped away from the window, knocking into Teridax, who swiftly caught her. “You---LET GO OF ME---WHAT HAS HAPPENED??” Helryx shrieked, whipping her head behind her to the decapitated head of The Shadowed One and a red Kanoka Disk, then below the box to the arena floor. A Toa wearing a Great Hau and wielding a Kanoka Disk Launcher pointed his sword at Helryx as the Toa Nuva freed Kopaka from his chains. “We have suffered far too much pain under you. You will not walk over us again.” Behind him, a green, silver and gold being thrust his staff down upon the arena floor. Immediately, its cracks shifted and mended, and the scorch marks from the previous year’s Coliseum Fire faded into the original color of the floor. Artakha’s Mask of Creation glowed. “I am Nuhrii, Toa Uha of Fire, and Vice President of the Resistance, which condemns every single aspect of the Orderly Empire. Your elitism your pleasure in dictating how we must act, and your pleasure in killing everyone who dissents with your order of life is no longer suitable to your citizens of the Orderly Empire, and to the majority of beings in the Matoran Universe.” “As President of the Resistance,” said Taka, moving forward, “We declare war on the Orderly Empire, and will stop at nothing to reclaim the freedom we know we deserve.” “TERIDAX!!! ATTACK THEM!!” Helryx screamed. Teridax twirled his staff, and a horde of twenty Rahkshi fell from the sky. Around a hundred rebels had gathered on the floor, unsheathing their weapons. “Empress, should I---” Yet Helryx had already left the box, making a mad dash for her Airship. Teridax remained, watching as the Resistance battled the Rahkshi. He fell to his knees. In Roxtus Castle… The massive, spiked body of Stronius crumpled to the floor. Picking up the fallen warrior’s club, Ahkmoa knocked the chandelier off the unconscious Tuma, woke the leader and forced him to scram. “Please, Ahkmoa. For Axxie.” Ahkmoa smirked as he sliced off Axonn’s chains, handing the titan his axe back. Ahkmoa relaxed upon his throne, content for once in his life. “Not so fast.” No. I will not stand for this. That was truly the cheesiest line you’ve ever put in your comedies, TNTS. Shame. You hear something, Nex? Must just be the wind. *whoosh-swish-wind sounds* “Oh, lookie!! Old volcano’s paying us a visit!” Axonn exclaimed, turning to meet his rival. “Sadly, it’ll be your last.” *WOOSH-WHOOSH-YOUR JOKES STILL SUCK-SWISH* Ackar gripped his sword, and without any comeback, rushed toward the titan. Axonn swung his axe in a wide arc, ripping the sword out of his hands as the Glatorian spiraled backwards. Regaining his footing, Ackar shrugged. Reaching behind his head, he pulled out his fidget spinner, turning it horizontally. “Oh, you’re kidding me,” Axonn facepalmed. “Really? You have one of those? We banned them in our empire.” Ackar flicked his hand against the spokes, and the fidget spinner...spun. “You know, Helryx never let me even touch one of those. Wow, that’s spinning really fast,” Axonn’s head circled around as the spinner rotated; he was mesmerized. “Can I try?” The spinner arched as Ackar flung it forward; it boomeranged into Axonn’s mask, knocking him over as the spinner returned to its owner. “GAH! AXXIE DIDN’T LIKE THAT!” He clutched his mask, then snickered. “Talk about teaching an old dog new tricks.” The titan rushed forward, leading with his axe, but Ackar shielded the blow with his fidget spinner, veering the axe away. As Axonn was led to the side, Ackar sliced the titan’s back with the edge of the fidget spinner, knocking him to the ground. The Glatorian wrapped the spinner around the staff of the axe, and it whirled out of Axonn’s grasp as the spinner stopped. Flicking it again, Ackar brought the fidget spinner to Axonn’s throat as he rolled on his back, immediately grimacing from pain. Tahu stared down Ahkmoa, who looked up from his fidget cube and finally noticed the damage. His eyes widened. “Oh, . I knew I should’ve gotten one of those,” Ahkmoa shifted uneasily in his throne as Tahu walked up to him, unsheathing his Magma Swords. “Well, whatever that cube is definitely occupied your attention more than those cheap spinning-top knockoffs would have,” Tahu retorted, hearing Ackar groan behind him. “Which is exactly what we needed.” In Karda Nui… It has been ten years since the death of the Great Spirit Mata Nui. Ten years since hope in the Matoran Universe died. Ten years since Matoro failed to retrieve the Mask of Life and sacrifice himself for the greater good. Ten years since Helryx allowed for all of this to occur. Ten years since the rise of the Orderly Empire dared to meddle with the Three Virtues of Unity, Duty, and Destiny. And succeeded. The Matoran Universe should have fallen apart. There should have been mass turmoil. The end of everything as the world knew it should have come. And nine years ago, it all ceased. Now, it must all be rebuilt. It must all be reborn. As the Mask of Life rises from the Swamp of Secrets and turns gold, the Great Spirit Mata Nui reawakens for the first time in millennia. Out of nowhere, he creates a black and gold body for himself, and opens his eyes. He lifts up his foot. A green Miru Nuva is embedded in the soft, gooey ground. Mata Nui smiles, and quickly disappears in a flash of light (probably to get his feet cleaned.) To Be-- NEX!!! What? What’s going on? I can’t believe you did that!! That’s supposed to be a legitimately emotional part of the story, and you make a joke about Mata Nui getting his feet cleaned?? I mean, you said the ground was soft and gooey. Yes!! Just like Mata Nui’s heart! This scene is supposed to be about the sacrifice that Lewa made to keep the Matoran Universe from imploding and exploding at practically the same time, and you make a DIRTY joke? ...you think that’s a dirty joke…?! Censorer, please. No. Screw this. I’ve had enough. Just end the chapter. To Be Continued… --- The plot thickens. This week will likely be a double header as well, as we're getting close to the end of this season... ~Meta

It's so funny that I read this comment a few days ago and it feels like I haven't seen it in forever. I mean, I didn't really think the Gelu donut bit was too funny but I'm happy you appreciated it. I guess in comparison to all of the craziness that occurred in the chapter, it stands out xD. Unfortunately for you, this chapter is a PSA and won't ​really be connected to the story--regardless, I hope you enjoy. The following chapter is dedicated to users Voltex and MT Zehvor. They're not dead, but they both have bid farewell to BZP and its forums. In the comedies forum, Voltex was the author of various works, including Vultraz's Diner, Hilarious Misadventures, Tahu vs. Tahu, How to Be a Hero, The Afterwords, and WHAT IS THE POTOO?! MT Zehvor ran The Bionicles Try to Run a House series, which soon branched into various sequels including Aftermath and Aftermath 2. Both authors contributed greatly to the content and administration of the Comedies forum for around a decade, all while being respectful and humorous users. Voltex and MT, thank you for all you've given us, the readers. You inspired us to become better writers and better people, and you were always willing to help out. Good luck in whatever you do, and make sure to stop by here, whenever you wish. --- PSA #2: A Comedic Intervention TNTS: WHAT?? I didn’t order this special today! I only order specials between every two chapters. Ex: First of all, this isn’t a special. It’s clearly a PSA. TNTS: Oh, no need to be technical. Ex: Considering your entire plotline has been so far, it seems like there is the need to be technical. TNTS: Remind me why I haven’t fired you yet? Ex: Because without me, you wouldn’t have anyone spectacular enough to host these extras like me! Hey guys, welcome to the second PSA, where I used my EXecutive power as the EXtra guy to decide that we need to figure out how to actually make this comedy a comedy. TNTS: First of all, those puns sucked. Second of all, it’s clearly a comedy. If it wasn’t a comedy it wouldn’t be in the Comedy forum. Ex: Well, it hasn’t been a very funny comedy lately. In fact, it’s been so story-driven that no one’s having fun anymore. TNTS: I’m having fun. Censorer: I’m enjoying not having to censor anything. TG: Come on, Censorer, you’re probably bored out of your mind. Formata: I’m actually relaxing. I don’t have to adjust the formatting as much when that pesky little Narrator kept interrupting the flow of the story. TG: Oh, PLEASE, Formata. Whenever you open your mouth you end up making more work for yourself because you just HAVE TO be special and align yourself right. Formata: You don’t like speciality? Fine by me. TG: You’re kidding me. No one can actually read what I’m saying. Formata: Maybe, just MAYBE, that’s the point, you disrespectful CENSORED. Censorer: And just when I was enjoying the peace and quiet. Ex: Don’t you see? Everyone hates each other because you won’t actually put a little fun into the comedy. Who doesn’t like fun? Guardius: I don’t like fun. I like the law. Ex: No one asked you. Guardius: You asked “who.” I’m in the PSA, as I am in all extra content. I responded. You denied ever asking me. YOU LIED! TNTS: Oh my Mata Nui. Ex: Exhibit A, closed. Exhibit B. A little throwback… YEAR: 2012 Ex: Formata. Please. YEAR: 2012 The Adventures of Tahu Season 2: Consequence Chapter 4: Transformation In Arena Vulcanus… “Argh,” Axonn said, pinned to the ground by two magma swords. “Just wait until I tell Helryx about this, fugitive.” “Not before I tell Helryx about you,” Tahu said, throwing Axonn’s axe into the lava. “She honestly wouldn’t have wanted you to kill others before me.” “She wouldn’t have wanted you to somehow pin me to the ground, throw my axe into lava, or humiliate me in front of an entire arena either. How would you feel if something like that happened to you?” “You sound like someone who’s against bullying,” Ackar groaned. “And that’s just sad, considering that you are one.” “Touché,” Axonn agreed. “But whatever the case, you’re dead.” He stood up, grasping Tahu’s swords in his hands. “Adios, Tofu.” “You will not harm Tahu!” three beings shouted together. One was Kiina, who leaped down from the fourth row and thrust her vapor trident straight into Axonn’s arm, making him drop the swords and fall to the ground. Ackar had shouted too, punching Axonn in the mask and holding him down. The other being seemed to be speaking directly from Axonn’s comlink. “You will not touch him as long as you live!” Kiina shouted as Axonn struggled to get back up. “He’s my—uh—brother!” “Ummm…same here?” Ackar awkwardly agreed. “Tahu, you have a girlfriend?” Kopaka yelled from the comlink, his face covering up the entire screen. “Cool!” “Kopaka? You’re alive, thank the Great Beings! Wait a minute, what did you say?” Tahu queried in shock. “Um—dude,” Gelu said from behind him. “Don’t assume things.” “I’m not taking advice from anyone with snowflakes on their back,” Kopaka responded. “Your head can’t even pivot,” Gelu retorted. “Hey, I’m old. Can I help it?" “Yeah, you probably could.” “Guys, are you helping me? No. Kopaka, what’s going on over there? Are you in the fortress?” Tahu asked. “Yep, and I froze Helryx. Also…Tahu…” Kopaka said, pausing for emphasis. ”I found them.” “The Mahri? And Kiina too? Is she alive?” “I’m right here, Tahu,” Kiina said, again correcting him: ”You mean Gali.” “She’s alive, muttering one word over and over again.” “Let me guess,” Axonn said, taking a break from his struggle. “It’s Tahu, isn’t it?” “Yep,” Kopaka said, smirking. “Looks like we have a love triangle now.” “Ohhhhhhhhh boy.” YEAR: 2017 TNTS: I cannot believe you brought that back. That was like, my puberty stage of writing. Ex: So maybe the writing is subpar. I mean, you’ve definitely come a long way in almost five years. But you made an attempt to at least be funny. No. Scratch that. You risked your grand idea for a plot for spontaneous humor. You’d rather have had fun than a story that actually made decent sense. And it was okay. TNTS: Sure, it was okay back then. But I’ve matured so much. Ex: Yeah. You matured all right. YEAR: STILL 2017 “NO!” Tahu leapt down from the stands, activating his Hau Nuva to protect the warriors, pushing the titan away. “I wish I could get revenge for what you did to me,” Tahu grunted, unsheathing his Magma Swords. “Here, let me help you up.” He helped Ackar stand up. “Well, thank you, but who on Bara Magna are you?” Ackar’s head circled around the shield he and Tahu were encased in. “That--is Tahu, the Toa Nuva of Fire. Of course, he really isn’t worthy of the Toa name,” retorted Axonn as he stood up. “If he were, he wouldn’t have turned against Axxie. Against the Empire.” “Well, maybe we don’t want to be ruled under the Empire,” jested Kiina as she ran down to the battlefield. “Maybe we don’t want to be ruled by what scares us, maybe we want to rule ourselves for the better of all of us.” “Maybe we don’t want to be restricted, but we want the freedom to learn. The freedom to be happy.” Berix followed Kiina, and other Glatorian and Agori stood in ovation. The Skrall officials looked at each other, uneasy. “Tell me, Axonn.” Tahu knocked Axonn’s axe from his grasp, letting it skid across the floor. “Don’t you want this, too? Don’t you want freedom from Helryx? Don’t you want revenge, having let her rule over your life?” He pointed his swords at the titan, and Ackar, Gelu, Kiina and Berix followed suit as other beings motioned similarly. An explosion sounded, shooting piles of the wall of the arena across the stands and the field. Behind the explosion, hundreds of Skrall warriors, led by mounted Bone Hunters, flooded into Arena Vulcanus. The remains of the arena burned in the cold, endless darkness of the night. YEAR: clearly hasn’t transitioned it’s still 2017 jeez TNTS: I will say one thing. I miss the colors. Ex: The colors made everything about the story you told that much better, even if it didn’t make sense. You wanted The Adventures of Tahu to be your own. You wanted it to stand out. But you’ve killed the life of it. It’s still a great story, don’t get me wrong...but it feels like it’s so dark, so depressing, too real for a fanfiction literally about the adventures of a toy company’s group of characters. TNTS: … Ex: You know I’m right. TNTS: ...no, I was going to say you put a lot of heart and soul into that speech. Good job. Ex: Well, the pleasure is all-- TNTS: But I’m afraid you’ve gone too far. If you really don’t believe I’m doing a good job at resurrecting this comedy, then maybe you shouldn’t be working here anymore. Censorer: Boss, I’m not so sure--- TNTS: I’m sorry, Censorer, you have to leave this to me. No more extra content. TG, take him to his cell. In NAW Jail… Ex: Why are you doing this to me? There’s no reason you have to listen to what he says. TNTS is going mad. TG: It’s not my choice. I’m just trying to keep us all from being silenced by him. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Ex: Probably Meta. Even though I loved Meta. TG: Well, here it is. Cell 444. Ex: Of course he had to sneak a fourth wall joke in there. Maybe he hasn’t entirely lost it. TG: He’s getting there. If we don’t do something fast… Ex: Well, that’s your power, not mine. In the Wig Salon… Narrator: You know, I haven’t checked in on the comedy in a while. I guess no one has died since you, Nuju. Maybe TNTS actually had a change of heart. Nuju: Yeah, and maybe they chose to name Ahkmou “Black Hole” again. The chances. Narrator: *changes channel from security cameras* Oh...oh no. Nuju: What happened? Is Onepu blasting “Creeping in My Soul” again? Narrator: no...NO… they threw Extra Guy in jail. That’s it. I need to do something. I need to get out of here. I need to save the comedy. End of PSA #2 --- ...see, you may think the story isn't being affected by this. But ha. I fooled you all. ​Until Chapter 8! ~Meta

You know, I think you forgot some… The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Sushi Slicers, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Voltex, I know we haven't been close recently, but it's been a pleasure seeing you on the site throughout the years. Needless to say, you've had a huge impact on any forum you've been involved with, especially the Comedies, Epics, SS, and G&T subforums. Most of all, you've served as an inspiration to me: as a respectful, courteous user, an author, and a friend. Thank you so much. Good luck in wherever life leads you, and come back whenever you wish. Hopefully, we'll all still be here, one way or another. ~Meta

Ahh. Well, thank you! I'm still working on the balance, though I'm not sure if it's present in this chapter. Just as a heads up, I'm doubling up this week, so this chapter and what comes after it will be within the span of a few short days. Heck, I might even triple up. --- Chapter 7: Rise The island gleamed in the distance, its jewel-shaped, glass encasement reflecting the sunset like diamonds. The water rose upon the shore with a certain grace that silently snuck up and down the raised coast of Artakha, the fabled island of legend. In the heart of the island, Karzahni waited silently, guarding the entrance to his brother’s laboratory. Seven years prior, the Orderly Empire detected that the goodwill of Artakha himself could be powerful enough to overthrow Helryx and restore the Order of Mata Nui to the Matoran Universe. As such, Her Orderly General lay siege to the beautiful island, brutally murdering its crystal serpents and technological advancements. With a hint of mercy, Karzahni let his brother live, imprisoning him in his own laboratory with no hope of restitution and no hope of escape. As Nuhrii dove into the water and swam towards Artakha, he desired nothing more in his heart than to change that. YEAR: 2008 The Mask of Life falls alone through the hole of Voya Nui, into the heart of the Matoran Universe. It plunges into a bog close to the Swamp of Secrets, creating a sploosh as it rams into the dirty, gooey ground. In the skies, the hole seals as Voya Nui falls into its place. The Ignika turns silver, signifying the death of the Great Spirit Mata Nui. Above the bog, Av-Matoran in a nearby cliffside village cry out as they realize Mata Nui’s passing. Their time is limited. A gust of wind blows underneath the cliff. Lewa, Toa Nuva of Air, flies out from under the cliff, but he stops to look up at the Matoran. When he looks down, he notices a dull silver mask in a nearby bog. He approaches it cautiously. When he reaches the mask, he knows exactly what it is. And exactly what he must do. And he does it all. YEAR: 2017 Kopaka’s eyes burst open. That had to have been a vision, he thought, reassuring himself. That can’t be what actually happened. But if it’s true… He aggressively shook himself, trying to worm out of the chains and locks Helryx had bound him to. No success. She chuckled maleficently. “Don’t even try. You have no way of escaping.” As Kopaka scanned his surroundings, he noticed they were in a sealed tube, which Helryx herself was piloting. “You can’t get away with this. I’ve fought for so much. And so did he.” Helryx sighed, shrugging her shoulders carelessly. “Well, he’s dead now. And I have already gotten away with this. Your fate is scheduled for tomorrow at noon in the Coliseum.” She coughed, adding under her breath, ”Hopefully you don’t lose your head before then.” Inside Roxtus Castle… Kiina studied the controls as Gelu looted the security room, snatching a few mini-donuts and popping them into his mouth. Kiina groaned. “Really? You think this is the time to kick back and let the Skrall win? Get over here,” Kiina said as she yanked Gelu away from the guards’ fridge. “I never said we let them win! I didn’t say anything while I was happily eating in peace,” Gelu complained, trying to free himself from Kiina’s grasp. “You know what? Why don’t you actually make yourself useful to the story?” Kiina let go, sending Gelu sprawling onto the floor, tripping on a banana peel. “Go back down to the dungeons, don’t get killed, and rally the prisoners behind us. We’ve work to do.” Over the Southern Continent… The shadow virus that had corrupted the Toa Mahri and Gali while in stasis began to take its toll on Takanuva. Though he was the Toa of Light himself, he was no stranger to the power of shadow, for it had killed him fourteen years before when he fought Teridax in Mangaia. Still, although his light powers were diminished, he also had shadow powers, and the virus itself allowed him to fly. As he drifted over the Tren Krom River, he noticed Metru Nui, far off in the distance. “We’ll be home soon,” he muttered, cradling Gali in his arms. In Ta-Metru… “They’re approaching from the right. Just as you suspected, master.” “Wonderful, Hewkii,” Jaller snarled, unsheathing his Power Sword. “Now. As our mistress ordered. All of us, together now.” The Toa Mahri’s eyes flashed red, and they spread across the coastline. Miles above them, Taka barrel-rolled and backed up from the coastline. “Gali, we’re going to have to make a rough landing. Get ready.” He glanced down at the ground, feeling regret in his heart. He wished he could have saved his friends. He wished he had tried to find them, as Gali had. He wanted to live up to her legacy so badly, but he felt so inconfident and powerless as his old friends blockaded him. “You make one move, Taka, and I hurl you harder than I did in the Kohlii Tournament,” Hahli shouted, curling her talons. Taka felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. His control over shadow imbalanced, and he dropped from the sky. “That is your fatal flaw,” Matoro sneered. “Her Orderly Empress really did see through you. She knew you cared too much about your friends in the past to act in the present.” Unable to regain control, Taka plunged into the Silver Sea. The Mahri raised their weapons and aimed them down at the Silver Sea, focusing their energies-- Gali dove out of the water, lunging for Jaller. Knocking the sword out of his grasp and into the Silver Sea, Jaller collapsed as he fell backwards. As Hewkii raged toward her, Gali kicked her foot up high, her Aqua Ax directly connecting with Hewkii’s chin and sending him sprawling backwards. Gali flipped forward as Nuparu’s shield missed her head. Nuparu lost his balance, falling back into Onua’s arms, who lifted him easily and threw him down on Jaller as he tried to stand up. Hahli swiped her talons around as Pohatu circled her, but her dizziness caused her to keel over, allowing Pohatu to easily remove her weapons. As Taka climbed out of the water, he rushed Matoro, shouting some corny comeback as he shoved the butt of his spear into Matoro’s head, felling the Toa. The freed Toa of Water rolled her eyes at Kongu, shooting a light stream of water into his eyes, blinding him. Pohatu proceeded to kick him a few times for good measure. She turned to Taka slowly. “I can’t...thank you enough.” The three Toa rushed to Gali, hugging her. Pohatu waved his claw, and the Turaga approached the reunited group. Nokama smiled. “After all this time. I knew telling you of the Empire’s corruption would lead to something spectacular.” Gali lowered her head, and Taka, Pohatu, and Onua moved away. “I knew he would not be here…” “We haven’t heard from him in days. He went to look for you,” said Vakama. Gali sighed. “He’s alive. I can feel it. He has to be. And so do we.” To Be Continued... --- What do you think? I think you'll like what comes nex