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This is a non-canon tale by the way. This is a lot different to the original WaM. Please read and hopefully enjoy. If you do see some spelling or grammar mistakes, do mention them but dont base your whole review around them.So please read on:Review Topic:http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=5946EDIT: I made some massive changes to the first to chapters and am working on a third ATM

Silence. There was nothing. Nothing but silence. Not even the birds made a sound as they flew by.Vakama watched as Toa Lhikan’s lifeless body hit the floor. He watched as the trembling little Po-Matoran withdrew his knife from its back of the Toa’s head. The crowd didn’t cheer. The music didn’t play. There was nothing. Noting but silence.Turaga Dume stood at the balcony of the coliseum. Around him, he saw the thousands of Matoran in their seats, shocked at what they had just witnessed on the stadium floor. His eyes had changed in demonic versions of their former selves. Not so much literally, but there was something that had changed in them that made Vakama feel uneasy. There was a certain monstrousness feeling about them. No Matoran had ever seen them like this before. This was what appeared to be a new Turaga Dume; however it had been there all along, just hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike.To the Turaga, the Matoran were nothing to him but his minions. Mindless drones who would obey his every word; if he couldn’t get them to follow it by loyalty, he would use fear instead.“Today Metru Nui!” he said, his eyes narrowed. “Today, you have witnessed the Death of a traitor!”His voice was load and authoritative, but not so much a shout. Vakama knew Lhikan wasn’t a traitor, he just didn’t know why the Turaga would lie. The crowd was silent from both the Death of their once, and the fear they had for their new Turaga.“Do you know what a Turaga is my Matoran?” He asked them. His voice echoed coldly around the silent coliseum. His back was straight but he had positioned his neck to look down at them. “A Turaga is the leader of your city. You should obey his every word without question. As leader of this city I order you to make no attempt to cross me”, He lifted his arm and pointed to the now deceased Toa Lhikan. His hand was struggling to stay up because of his age. “Toa Lhikan was not your leader, but I was his leader, and he went against me. He was a message!” The Turaga’s last sentence was a ragged shout. It made every Matoran in the crown shudder. “I assure you, the Vahki will not give up until they find every single last traitor in Metru Nui. You do not question their actions. You do not question their words. You do not, for any reason get in their way. They are your superiors”, A slight smile of satisfaction crept across the Turaga’s face. He had the Matoran where he wanted now.The coliseum emptied. Matoran’s bowed their heads in sadness. Some were crying. Some were silent, some were shouting but all knowing their hope and freedom was now gone. No one knew what Toa Lhikan had done or why he had been executed by Turaga Dume of all people. Vakama was almost certain of one thing though: That no one else would dare think differently about it. The streets of Ta-Metru were filled with sadness and hopelessness.“Vakama!” it was Nuurakh, the Ta-Metru Vahki. One of the six left from the Dark War. “Where are you going?”“Home”, Vakama Lied. He didn’t know if Nuurakh had spotted this. Nuurakh knelt down so he was eye level with Vakama. His abnormal head faced towards him. His disk launcher moved like a mouth, but this was purely for show to make them seem more Matoran.“Look.” He said. “I know Toa Lhikan meant a lot to you, and I know you meant a lot to him, but don’t do anything stupid. You and I both know that he must have been a traitor, for what reason would the Great Turaga lie?”“Yes, for what reason?” Vakama asked rhetorically. His eyes were looking down at the ground as he didn’t feel up to looking Nuurakh in the eye.“Vakama?” Nuurakh’s tone was more concerned than angry. Vakama was going to carry on the conversation but he stopped himself. He didn’t know whom to trust anymore. He thought he trusted Nuurakh, but he also thought he trusted Turaga Dume. It was hopeless. He felt as though this day would change him forever. The Vahki were no longer the approachable respectable figures they had been before he had entered the coliseum. They were too loyal to the Turaga, and not the Matoran.Vakama didn’t really know what had changed Dume, but after the Dark War the Turaga had been acting a lot more strangely. He had a lost a lot of power and respect in the war as people started to see Toa Lhikan as a greater hero and leader.“Vakama, you are aware of the new rules around the city starting from today aren’t you?”“Not really”, Vakama’s voices was emotionless. He moved the dirt around on the floor with his foot showing the grey rocky surface underneath.“Here.” Nuurakh handed out a folded piece of paper. Vakama opened it to read it:The Great City of Metru Nui: RulesAs you should have been aware, the Great City of Metru Nui is to undergo some changes in rules. These rules are as follow:1. Do not disrespect a Vahki Officer.2. Under no circumstance should you attempt to question a Vahki Officer if you commit a crime.3. Do not stay out after dark. You must return to your home when you hear the Night bell ring.Failing to comply with these rules will mean punishment decided by the Vahki officer of the Metru where the crime was committed. If the crime is serious enough or is repeated, the punishment will be decided by the Great Turaga.“Just follow the rules Vakama and you’ll be okay. I don’t see you as being the type to play up”, said Nuurakh. With that he stood up straight and walked away into the evening. The dark grey smoke from the Ta-Metru factories seemed to consume him as he walked away.Vakama was sitting with his back against the wall of one of the massive sky scrapers in Ta-Metru. It was night time but he didn’t feel like going home just yet. The night bell had rung just over an hour ago now and the sky had gone a dark orange colour. He looked in his back pack for some food to eat. Then he saw it. A brown piece of paper scrunched at the bottom.The day before Toa Lhikan disappeared he had come to see Vakama at his home. Lhikan seemed his usual self. He had his heroic posture where he would stand up straight and put his hands on his waist. He always stood like that. His voice was also unchanged as well; calm and reassuring. He was the perfect Hero. Vakama wished he could one day be a hero like Lhikan once was. He wouldn’t have really even guessed anything was wrong if Lhikan hadn’t of given him the note. Lhikan must have known something was up or he wouldn’t have given it to Vakama.Vakama reached into his backpack and grabbed the note. He pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper. The touch of it was almost cloth like. Printed on the back of it was the Unity, Duty and Destiny symbol. Values which Vakama had felt were long forgotten. He straightened the note on the floor and read it:Dear Vakama,I see a lot of my young self in you. You have fire in your heart like a true Ta-Matoran. You must never doubt yourself, even when times are tough. You will be called upon for great responsibility; a responsibility that you will not think you are ready for, but trust, you are. I will one day reach the end of my destiny, but on that day, you will find yours. And when that day comes, all I need you to do is follow the stars.Toa Lhikan.Vakama looked up at the diming sky not really sure what the note was trying to tell him. The stars were coming out. He wondered if there was a message in them somehow, that Lhikan had left. He didn’t see anything unusual about them. Then it hit him. That was the point. There was nothing unusual about the sky. Toa Lhikan’s Toa star was still there, burning as bright as ever. It was hovering directly above the Great Temple. “Follow the stars” Vakama whispered to himself.The Great Temple was sacred to all Matoran. It was where all the Metrus met up. A Metru was a district for each race of Matoran. Ta-Metru was a fire district, Vakama’s home and Lhikan’s former. Le-Metru was the air district, Ga-Metru was the water district, Po-Metru was the stone district, Ko-Metru was the ice district and, Onu-Metru was the Earth district. Matoran from each Metru had their own characteristics and traits: some mental, some physical.They were the main inhabitants of Metru Nui. Most Matoran stuck to jobs that were popular in their Metru, although some did other jobs that didn’t belong to it. Some Matoran were destined to be Toa.Traditionally, a Toa would guard a designated Metru (generally their own). They could control great amounts of elemental energy and were able to access their mask powers through the use of their Great Kanohi. They served as fighters and protectors for Metru Nui. They were typically taller than the Matoran and Turaga. Vakama wasn’t sure if it was possible to be a Toa without being a Matoran first. He wasn’t around when Toa Lhikan was a Matoran, but he had been told many stories. Toa Lhikan had been the last Toa of Metru Nui. Its last hope.The other Toa had either died or joined the dark hunters: A top-league mercenary organization. Most of the Toa that had done this had been mutated or merged. Because of the shortage of Toa in the Dark War, against Sidorak’s Kingdom, Turaga Dume got some top scientists to create an AI/organic hybrid known as the Vahki. They were slightly shorter than the Toa and they were not as strong or powerful as them either, but their sheer strength in numbers was not to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, only six remained alive at the end of the war. They now acted as a mix between Protector and law enforcers.He walked towards the great temple in silence, making sure not to make any noises that could alert the Vahki. There were only six left, but all it took was one to notice him and he was done. It was dark now. The sky had turned beautiful purple and the stars burned brightly. He was in Ta-Metru. It was a very industrial zone and had factories of all sorts, such as masks, tools and amour. Ta Metru was also known as the unofficial capital of Metru Nui. The air there was dirty and thick, especially around the heavily industrial sites, filled with massive factories and power stations. The residential areas were dotted with massive glass towers that appeared to reach the sky. It was by no doubt the richest Metru of Metru Nui. Most people chose to walk because instead of taking transportation shoots, as they were always clogged with congestion from the huge vehicles that carried all of Ta-Metru’s exports around the city.Vakama crept through the streets of Ta-Metru, the deep purple sky reflecting off the glass of the sky scrapers. The roads were eerily quiet. Normally they would have been buzzing with life but the new rules had made it a ghost town. He heard shouting, and it was close“No please! Please! I’m not a traitor!” It was a Ta-Matoran. He was blocking the door to his apartment“Don’t make this harder on yourself, Tamehk. We have reports of you doing deals with the Dark hunters”, this was Nuurakh. His tall body towered over Tamehk like a sky scraper. Vakama was hiding behind a wall. His heart was pounding in his chest. It was so load he worried that Nuurakh would hear it.“What? And you believe that?” said Tamehk. He was still standing strongly in front of his door and looking Nuurakh directly in the eye. That didn’t stop him from shaking though.“I have no reason to believe otherwise.” Nuurakh said. He was standing straight. He wasn’t sure why the Matoran was standing in front of the door. If he wanted to go in he could just pick him up and chuck him to one side.“Oh”, Tamehk laughed. “Oh now I see it”, he changed body to a more relaxed posture . He knew he wasn’t fully in control, but he understood the situation better now. “It’s the election right?”“Tamehk, what are you talking about?” Nuurakh’s eyes were narrowed in confusion. He un-straightened his body a little bit too, it was getting late and he couldn’t really be bothered to listen to the Matoran’s excuses or conspiracy theories.“The election!” Tamehk said. “Turaga Dume doesn’t want me to win the election against Ahkmou to be his right hand man”Nuurakh genuinely didn’t know what the Matoran was going on about. The Great Turaga had told him himself that Tamehk was a traitor.“Alright, enough of this now. Come with me” He rolled his eyes and grabbed the Matoran by the wrist. Tamehk tried to resist at first but gave up when he realised he was no way near strong enough.As Nuurakh got the end of the front garden he saw Vakama running down the road away from them. “Poor Matoran. He probably believed Tamehk and went racing off out of fear. There wasn’t really much use in chasing him. It would only go on Vakama’s record and which would ruin his life. What harm could he do anyway?” Nuurakh thought.Vakama ran as fast as he could. He couldn’t believe it. This night bell was only put in place so the horrors the Vahki did stayed quiet. Matoran would here the commotion but they would never have enough evidence to make a solid case. Besides, it was almost funny the secrets people kept in fear.The Great Temple was close now. He didn’t care about the Noise he was making, he had to get there. He was panting as he wasn’t use to all this running about. The he saw it: The Great Temple. He didn’t see it often as he didn’t live or work anywhere near it. It was magnificent. The four giant towers towered over the city. Fire was lit at the top of each of them which made them look like massive torches lighting up the sky. The temple its self was a massive dome shape. Vakama didn’t know how old it was but he knew it was very over million years. It was light grey but green moss grew around it like a wild fire. The two moons hovered over either side of the temple, as if watching over it like two eyes. Around the temple was a huge lake with several bridges crossing over it. Vakama gasped in amazement.Vakama had only been there once, when Toa Lhikan had taken him back in the days of freedom and before the Dark War. He had showed him everything there. Vakama nearly began to weep at the realization that he actually was gone. Toa Lhikan truly had been a great friend and mentor.He lightly walked into the Great Temple and kept looking over his shoulder for fear that someone was following him. His eye darted around quickly in the dark room, fearing that something was in the shadows, ready to pounce. The Huge Statues of previous once a great and powerful Toa loomed over him. Their eyes seemed to watch him enter which made him feel safer. Although Vakama knew they were just lifeless stone statues, he couldn’t help but feel that there was some warm presence about them. The entrance room was dark and cold. Moss grew all around it and it was the same light grey stone used on the outside of temple. His footsteps echoed no matter how lightly he stepped.He turned a corner and came across a massive hallway. The sign read: Welcome to the hall of all great Toa of fire. The hallway was well light with torches. There was a dark red velvet carpet that spread the entire length of the hallway. Pressed back against the walls were statues of previous Toa of Fire. Toa Norik, Toa Vulass, Toa Kavara, Toa Marikan, Toa Rezan, Toa Dume… Toa Lhikan. Vakama looked at the statue of his former friend. He was standing in his usual hands on waist pose with his head straight looking straight ahead. Although it was made of stone his face seemed so alive. He wondered how long it would be before Dume would have this statue removed. It was horrible to see that thousands of years in the future the great and noble hero would be looked down upon. Vakama’s moment of thought was interrupted by a loud crash. Curious, he ran across the long hallway to find a disorientated white Ko-Matoran on the floor. Vakama could see he had fallen from a broken stair banister. The old stone wasn’t that stable any more so all it would take was someone to lean on it and “crash”. A tan Po-Matoran was standing over him, unable to control his laughter.“So this is why I never see Ko-Matoran’s outside because they break everything they touch. Makes me wonder why you make everything out of ice”, The Po-Matoran stood there, whipping the tears of laughter away from his mask whilst still laughing.“That’s it, Onewa! I’ve had it with you!” The Ko-Matoran got up from the floor. His face was shaking in anger and determination. He raised his fist to punch Onewa but the Po-Matoran’s reactions were too quick and he grabbed it, pulled it hard and then kicked the Ko-Matoran to the ground. Onewa’s face had been consumed in anger. His eyes were narrowed and pointing like daggers into the Ko-Matoran. It was almost as if he was disgusted about how the Matoran even dared do cross him.“Si’ down, Nuju”, at first Vakama though these two might have been friends joking around, but he had just witnessed made him think otherwise.“Hello there, I’m Vakama”, said Vakama. Nuju, just noticing him, gave a sigh of relief as he realised he wasn’t just about to be beaten up by Onewa.Nuju got up from the floor again and dusted himself off. He hated dirt. Vakama could tell it was a painful effort for Nuju to raise his hand for Vakama to shake it.“Nuju” He said. Onewa shook his head. He held his fist out to Vakama. Vakama mirrored it. “I’m Onewa”, he said, he made an effort to straighten himself to appear taller. Vakama didn’t know what to make of him, especially what he had just seen. The three of them heard voices and turned around. Two Matoran walked down the opposite staircase to the one Nuju had fallen down.“Wow, look at the place”, said the dark green Le-Matoran. “Not bad for a first date, ay Nokama?” he joked.“Oh, Matau”, The Dark blue Ga-Matoran shook her head but still smiled at his charm. Too Vakama, she was beautiful. Her eyes seemed to illuminate the room.“Oh hey look!” Matau said. “We’ve got some third wheels”. He had a huge smile on his face. Like a young Matoran on Gift-day. He leaped from one step to the other until he got to the bottom one, did a summersault and then took a little bow. Vakama wondered what was going on in his head. He seemed pretty content so he wasn’t going to judge.“I’m Vakama.” He said to Nokama. He held her hand in his for a moment. It felt small and light in his. He could tell she was the peaceful type.“Nokama”, she smiled and fluttered her eyelids once.“I’m Vakama”, he said, not realising he had already said it. Their eyes met. Just for moment he forgot all about what had happened to today, and his grief for Toa Lhikan disappeared.“Ahem.” It was Matau “and you might be?” Vakama let out and embarrassed laugh and let go of Nokama’s hand immediately.“Sorry” He said. “I’m Vakama”. He shook his hand.Matau squinted his eyes and looked up “I know, you’ve said three times now” “I’m sorry” Vakama looked down at the floor ashamed. “This is Onewa and this is Nuju”“Nice, I’m Matau”“So it appears we almost have a full house, save an Onu-Matoran” Said Onewa“Actually, you do”. A Matoran stood out from the shadows where he had been hiding. His black amour made his dark green eyes even more vivid. He spoke carefully and clearly; his voice was deep but friendly. He was stocky and stood straight with his hand behind his back as if he was standing at attention. “I’m Whenua by the way. Sorry for appearing so rude. Seeing as you all seem like no apparent threat, I thought I would show my face”. He smiled politely.“No apparent threat?” questioned Onewa in disbelief. “What about me?” Nuju grunted but it came out louder than he intended. Onewa punched him in the arm, hard. Whenua walked towards Onewa, grabbed him with one hand, and thrust him against the wall.“That’s right, no apparent threat.” Whenua smiled.“So I take it all of you are here because of the note, right?” asked Vakama as he got out his note. The other Matoran did the same.“Why do you think Toa Lhikan sent all of us here?” Asked Nokama“Don’t ask me”, Said Onewa, rubbing his shoulder where Whenua had grabbed him. “I just want to get out of here, so can we hurry up please?”Led by Whenua, they walked in silence through the long corridors of the Temple. It was a long walk. Vakama didn’t even realise the temple was this big. They were in what seemed to be maze of corridors yet Whenua seemed to plough through them without hesitation. The walls were made of a dark grey stone, carved like bricks. A red carpet had been laid in the middle of every corridor like the one in the hallway. The Temple was filled with giant carvings of heroic Toa, Turaga and, Matoran done by ancient Po-Matoran. Onewa gazed in amazement at all of them. Sculpting was a big part of his culture. The corridors were well lit with torches. The group kept on hearing random echoes and creeks, which was most likely because of the temples age.The six eventually got to a room with a dead end. It was a fairly small cylinder shaped room. The spaces in-between the stone bricks were laced with gold and a circular red carpet sat in the middle. A single huge light stone was placed at the centre of the ceiling. “Great!” said Matau. “The miner brought us all this way, just to find out that we took the wrong turn.”Whenua gave off a slight huff. “When will you all realize that mining has become a fairly small part of the Onu-Metru job industry? We do jobs like engineering and archiving, like myself” Whenua pushed his shoulders back and pointed to himself with his thumb.“So you’re either swinging tools when engineering or going down into deep dark scary holes when archiving. Sounds pretty much like mining to me” Said Onewa.Whenua glared at him. “So explain to me what sculpting is? Oh wait, swinging tools”,“Yeah well…” Onewa tried to speak “And how do you think you’d get those fancy rocks to sculpt with if we didn’t mine them for you?” Whenua interrupted him.“But you…” “And all the machinery you use to make you sculptures? All invented by us.”Well of co…” And let’s not forget about what most of you carve? Its ancient history, right? Well I’m pretty sure archiving plays a big part….”“Okay, okay!” said Onewa folding his arms and sighing. Whenua had won this round.“Look” Said Nuju. “None of this bickering is going to help the fact that we’re all still lost.”Whenua looked at him. A vague smile formed on his face. “Lost? You underestimated me.” He pulled back the red carpet covering the floor of the room. Vakama had never seen anything like it. It was a giant manhole, covered in wires and circuits. It was bright gold and had strange engravings scratched into it. Whenua wondered if it told a story. He studied it for a short moment. Wires were covering most of the intricate detail but he could distinctly a humanoid figure holding some sort of small halo like shape, engraved at the top of some sort of mountain whilst a battle was raging on bellow.“I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Nokama stole the words right out from Vakama’s mouth.“I…I have.” Nuju raised his hand in a way that wasn’t sure if it actually wanted to come up. It kept on moving down a little bit every time it made its journey upwards. Onewa rolled his eyes. “It’s an old Ko-Matoran manhole system. It was used centuries back as bunker doors when the Great Ice Rahi, The Komasa attacked Ko-Metru. They were both clever and strong, but neither their intelligence nor strength could overcome this lock. All Komasa eventually died out of starvation.”“So how do we open it?” asked Vakama.“You don’t. At least not from the outside.” Nuju replied. Nuju’s eyes then lit up like a fire. “There is one way we can do it, although, if I get it wrong, I could fry us all.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. To Nuju, it was just of the many possible outcome of a decision. Every decision had one.“Well then, we’re all screwed” Said Onewa. Nuju ignored him“Who is the strongest here?” he asked.“Me.” Onewa folded he arms and pushed his shoulders back. Whenua laughed and strolled slowly towards the manhole, shoving Onewa with his shoulder as he walked past.“Where do you need me?” He said.“Over there by that lever. I need you to pull it when I say go. I hope you’re strong enough, it would usually be done by a machine”, said Nuju, frantically looking at the wires on the manhole, trying to figure it out.“I am a machine”, joked Whenua. He walked over and held the lever.“Okay, Onewa. Seeing as you want to be useful you have the most important job of all!” Said Nuju.“Don’t patronise me. What do you want me to do?” Nuju didn’t answer, still looking at the wires and circuits “I said what do you want me to do? Don’t take all day about it!” said Onewa aggressively. Nuju snapped out of his concentration, looking shocked and scared for a moment. He looked at the other Matoran. They all gave him encouraging looks so Nuju chose to ignore Onewa’s immature behaviour.“If you want to help, you’ve got to stop that bar from touching the floor. It’s going to want to do that when Whenua pulls the lever. If it touches the floor we’re all going to be in bits. If you actually grew up, you’d know that I wasn’t being patronising and actually is the most important job. Got it?” Vakama was amazed how in control Nuju was over Onewa. I didn’t seem like it would normally role that way between the two of them. Onewa looked dumbfounded; his eyes were wide like a shocked energy hound pup, not used to Nuju talking back at him.“Okay man, just calm down, your embarrassing yourself” Onewa joked trying to catch everyone’s eye, but failing to get the other Matoran to laugh.“Onewa?” said Matau.“What?” Onewa shouted. He tried his “dagger eyes” on Matau but failed to get past his tough mental exterior.“Just shut up and hold the bar so we can get the Karzahni out of here”. Onewa held the bar firmly in his hands. Nuju started the count down.“Three. Two. One. GO!”Whenua stated pulling down the lever. Nuju was frantically fiddling around with the different wires. Suddenly the metal bar started to travel downwards.“Guys…guys I don’t think I can hold this. Onewa was struggling to hold the bar. If he held on, his fingers would be crushed between the bar and the floor, but if he let go, all of them would be in pieces all around the temple. A snapping noise was heard. It was Onewa’s fingers.“Nuju for Atakha’s sake turn it off!” Onewa screamed. He had his eyes closed shut so he couldn’t see his fingers breaking. Vakama didn’t know whether Nuju was ignoring him, or was just too concentrated to hear anything. A horrible scream started coming from Onewa. Vakama didn’t blame him. His fingers were literally being crushed, and slowly. Whenua looked concerned but continued to pull the lever. Everyone was covering their ears from Onewa’s screaming. Nokama was crying so Matau put his arm around her to comfort her. Although Vakama knew this was the wrong time, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.“Nuju!” Onewa shouted. Nuju was still too fixated on the wires to notice anything.“Nuju please!” Onewa was stamping his foot on the ground to grab Nuju’s attention.Vakama felt like he was going to be sick. The snapping noises weren’t stopping. The bar would go straight through his fingers if Nuju didn’t hurry up. Matau closed his eyes to avoid witnessing the horrors any longer.“Nuju!” The final shout was Whenua’sThe lever Whenua was holding shot back and the bar crushing Onewa’s finger lifted.“Done.” Said Nuju. He shook the dirt off his hands, looking at the masterpiece.“You psycho!” cried Onewa. “Could you not here me screaming?”“Of course I did” Said Nuju. “But I didn’t expect much else from the feeling of a 40 ton weight crushing down on your fingers.”“You knew this would happen?” Shouted Onewa, looking at his damaged fingers; they were all bent and crooked.“Sure I did”, said Nuju. “Don’t cry though. You want to look manly in front of all the guys don’t you?” Shock came across Onewa’s face.“W…what?” he trembled “How did you…?”Nuju smiled. The other Matoran seemed confused on what he was implying. Every one besides Onewa, that was.Onewa, Nuju and Whenua stepped off the manhole. They all took a part in lifting the manhole, whilst Onewa sat at the back of the room, tending to his broken hands.The manhole sprung open, revealing a dark spiral stair case.“Allow me” Said Matau, smiling. “I’m an expert on dark holes”.

We all love a bit of bromance in Bionicle. But what is your favorite? Mine has to be Matau and Vakama. I love the witty remarks Matau comes out with and how angry Vakama gets. But then Matau practically saves him from the Hordika venom. Great twosome if you ask me. What your favorite?

I loved the Bionicle books. Yeah, they're not high literature by any means. But neither are they sloppy adaptations of other story media; especially in the later years, the books were the best source of story hands-down.Like others have suggested, start with the ones written by Greg. Chronicles #1, #2, and #3 were written by Cathy Hapka, who never really understood the Bionicle storyline. She also wrote the Mask of Light adaptation, which should only be read if you want a laugh. Greg started on the books at Chronicles #4, and continued to do the entire Metru Nui arc and everything afterwards.Bionicle Adventures is the first series done by Greg from start to finish. Adventures #1 and #2 are pretty forgettable, since they only really depict the events from the 2004 comics (although in a more detailed and easier-to-follow format). Adventures # 3 was an original story, and was where Greg's writing really began to hit its stride. Adventures #4 was essentially just an adaptation of Legends of Metru Nui, and can be skipped if you remember the events of that movie. Adventures #5 and #6 bridge the gap between 2004 and 2005, and are some of the first books where Greg really got a chance to break free of the pre-written story. #7 and #8 relate the 2005 story but do so much better than the comics or movie did. #9 is another adaptation, this time of Web of Shadows; you can be forgiven for skipping it. Adventures #10, Time Trap, is another bridge novel, and is the first time Greg's characterization of Makuta Teridax really clicks. The Bionicle Legends series is pretty great from start to finish.

Im so glad Greg did all of the Metru Nui stuff. Call me mad but i think it was best story ark out of all of them.

Metru nui?! youve gone mad! haha, just kidding. While i wasnt a huge metru nui fan, the metru nui based books voyage of fear and time trap (both bridge stories) were easily someof my favorites. Greg did a good job expanding. He also did a very good job during the visorak/2005 story line too. the books were very good and set the eerie abandoned city mood quite well!

I loved the Bionicle books. Yeah, they're not high literature by any means. But neither are they sloppy adaptations of other story media; especially in the later years, the books were the best source of story hands-down.Like others have suggested, start with the ones written by Greg. Chronicles #1, #2, and #3 were written by Cathy Hapka, who never really understood the Bionicle storyline. She also wrote the Mask of Light adaptation, which should only be read if you want a laugh. Greg started on the books at Chronicles #4, and continued to do the entire Metru Nui arc and everything afterwards.Bionicle Adventures is the first series done by Greg from start to finish. Adventures #1 and #2 are pretty forgettable, since they only really depict the events from the 2004 comics (although in a more detailed and easier-to-follow format). Adventures # 3 was an original story, and was where Greg's writing really began to hit its stride. Adventures #4 was essentially just an adaptation of Legends of Metru Nui, and can be skipped if you remember the events of that movie. Adventures #5 and #6 bridge the gap between 2004 and 2005, and are some of the first books where Greg really got a chance to break free of the pre-written story. #7 and #8 relate the 2005 story but do so much better than the comics or movie did. #9 is another adaptation, this time of Web of Shadows; you can be forgiven for skipping it. Adventures #10, Time Trap, is another bridge novel, and is the first time Greg's characterization of Makuta Teridax really clicks. The Bionicle Legends series is pretty great from start to finish.

Are you telling me you don't have invisible pockets? I'm kidding lol. In all seriousness though, In the films they seem to have invisible pockets with near infinite amount of storage.

I personally loved the books, especially once the mask of life saga began (actually i take that back, time trap, the book right before the mask of life saga is where they get good). The first three by Hapaka are a bit of a drag. you can see they are very clearly a younger read, and they do conflict a bit with Greg Farshtey's cannon, but once you get to Farshtey's books, i really think they are worth reading. while they were probably aimed at a slightly younger audience, I never felt like i was reading a silly kids book. Greg does a great job of keeping it readable for all age groups (and thats coming from someone whose been interested in Bionicle form age 7 to age 18 ) I'd recommend you read them! although, the real stuff is the online story serials, they were pretty amazing, though i'd say get to know the story well before you start them, they can get pretty in depth. So yea, thats my analysis of Bionicle literature in a paragraph! hope it helps!

I read tale of the toa years ago. Should I just go directly onto Greg's books or read thee first 3 first?

Nothing important happens in the first 3 that hasn't also appeared a zillion times in other Bionicle media. But if you missed the comics and stuff, you might want to start from the beginning.

yea, if you really wanna know the story of the first book atleast, skip it and play the mata nui online game from 2001! its alot more entertainong, and you can share in the nostalgia that we die-hard fans all know and love. haha but in all seriousness, the first 3 book stories and years for that matter are pretty simple. unlike the later bionicle story, things like comics and flash videos can tell the story pretty much just as well as a book

5/5

I personally loved the books, especially once the mask of life saga began (actually i take that back, time trap, the book right before the mask of life saga is where they get good). The first three by Hapaka are a bit of a drag. you can see they are very clearly a younger read, and they do conflict a bit with Greg Farshtey's cannon, but once you get to Farshtey's books, i really think they are worth reading. while they were probably aimed at a slightly younger audience, I never felt like i was reading a silly kids book. Greg does a great job of keeping it readable for all age groups (and thats coming from someone whose been interested in Bionicle form age 7 to age 18 ) I'd recommend you read them! although, the real stuff is the online story serials, they were pretty amazing, though i'd say get to know the story well before you start them, they can get pretty in depth. So yea, thats my analysis of Bionicle literature in a paragraph! hope it helps!

If the money can miraculously be retrieved, then yes, I would like a Bionicle TV show That being said, you may want to re-think the romance thing - I remember my reaction as a little kid to Huki and Maku almost kissing in that infamous Flash episode - I almost, er, let go of my lunch.

I'm 16. I never really got massively into the Bionicle story but I always wanted too. i have tried the comics but I read the first book years ago and I realized they missed a fair bit out. I often find books the best way to learn a story any way. So how are they to read. Would they be to childish for my age. How are they written? I'm not expecting Shakespeare but I don't want it to be difficult to read becuase its so bad. Can any one help me please?Thanks for reading.

What about the Mask of Creation? Did any on ever have the three legendary Kanohi at once(Time, Creation and Life)

Edit: Yanno what might have been really cool too is if the Matoran that became Inika were to be heroes withOUT becoming Toa, but perhaps rode little vehicles. That would be the really radical thing to do that might have been more comparable to the Turaga's reveal, making Matoran into canister sets. I think lots of people might have connected to that well, and Matoro still could have been the one to sacrifice.

That, would have been the best thing ever if it happened. But then I'm not sure the smaller matoran sets would work as well then, because then you'd have 12 matoran? A plotline made up of purely Matoran might not be as good. I mean how would any Matoran, vehicles or not, be able to deal with Vezon and Kardas?May have to MOC those matoran and vehicles though.

Were the Toa Metru matoran masks like the Turaga ones or like the toa ones?Toa Lhikan had a reshaped Hau though. I don't know why, but he did

First of all, you may want to PM Hahli Husky to change the name of the Epic topic to "We are Metru," as that appears to be the work's title, rather than "Chapter 1." But, to get back to the Epic, I thought I'd go over a brief review of the first chapter, as there appear to be widespread errors in grammar and word misuse. For instance, the official storyline is the canon, not cannon. Also, regular nouns don't need to be capitalized, like you would periodically do for words such as novels in this topic's opening post. Anyway, to more specific corrections.

The Matoran were always told that light concurred shadow.

Conquered, not concurred, as the latter means to agree.

He, like many Ko Matoran, loved to look to the future.

Should be Ko-Matoran, as the elemental prefixes are attached to the main word by a comma. Similarly it's Ko-Metru, also with a hyphen. And, of course, the same applies for other Matoran and Metru.

"Onu Matorans would call that denial" he thought to himself.

The plural of Matoran is also Matoran, not Matorans. Also, a comma should always go before an ending quotation mark.

The stars gazed at Nuju , he smiled at them, but they only frowned back.

The sudden shift in personification of the stars is a little jarring. Maybe removing one of the lines of personification would help?

He looked at the brightest star on the sky, Toa Lihkans.

The name is spelled Lhikan, and it should have an apostrophe before the s, to indicate possession. Various other instances of this occur in the Epic, and should be fixed as well.

"Heros never truly die Nuju" He would say.

When someone is addressed by name like that, it should be separated from the sentence by a comma.

As Nuju gazed at the millions of eyes of great heros looking back at him, he wondered, if he would ever have a star. A movement in the snowy top forests interrupted him from his thoughts. A normal Matoran would not have seen this but Nuju did. When Nuju was first made, he very poor eye sight. He could barley see anything but except a fuzzy blur of all their shapes.

The words are spelled heroes and eyesight. Second, although barley is a word, what you were looking for in this context was barely.

A few hours later the red Matoran had come out with a telescopic scope. No way near as big as the ones on the telescopes he had at home.

The second sentence is a fragment, and should be merged with the first. Also, in such a context, the words "no way near as big" seem to be much more colloquial than the tone of the rest of the Epic, so perhaps you could substitute a phrase like "much smaller than."

"Here, put this one one of your eyes". He said.

Punctuation like that first period should be inside quotation marks, not outside. However, it should be a comma in this case, as it's all part of the same sentence. Also, he shouldn't be captialized, as it's part of the sentence with dialog.

Vakama awoke. Groggily helifted his head. He looked at the clock. 6 strokes past Mid-day.

Helifted should be separated into two words. Also, I suggest combining the short telegraphic sentences you like to use into longer ones, such as "Vakama awoke, groggily lifting his head." In addition, numbers starting sentences are generally spelled out.

The dark red matron stood in the door way of the smelting pit, leaning against the side of the door frame.

Doorway is one word, and matron should probably be Matoran, as I don't think Nuhrii is a motherly woman.

Not that Vakama minded of course, although sometimes he thought that Nuhrii was putting himself down to much because of his fanboyism.

Fanboyism is another example of a word used in casual conversation that probably shouldn't make it into a more serious written work. Hero-worship would serve as a better word.

Turaga Dume stepped in with a Matoran with no Kanohi.

A small note about this: in the actual storyline, Matoran will weaken and be comatose without Kanohi, much less being capable of animated conversation.These grammatical errors, although I've pointed out many of the rules to follow, would be largely corrected by a word-processing software's spelling and grammar check. I would highly recommend using such a device in the future.Anyway, in regard to the actual plot of the first chapter, little enough happened, but the interactions of the Matoran were written reasonably well. It would have been a little more interesting, however, if Nuju's premonitions were explained, rather than him inexplicably having such pessimistic view about the fate of the Matoran.~B~

So this is my first in a hopefully large series of Novels. Its no way near finished yet but I think what I have done is a good representation of my writing skills(hopefully a good one). It is non Cannon but uses a lot of Characters from the original one. Its basically a re-write but I mean no offence to GregF in this so please dont take it the wrong way.I appoligse for any Grammar and spelling mistakes. I think I got them all but Im not surehttp://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=5868

I once found My Tahu with most of his limbs unattached and Lewa lying nest to him. I think it was becuase I sat on Tahu but it was still funny to see when I came in the room again

Well after 2006 of least I thought the villians were some of Bionicle's best characters, heck even before in 2005 we had Rodooka or Nidhiki in 2004.

Review Topic Thread:http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=5870added finished the chapter to the thread that was locked. I hope this is okay. Please let me know what you think in the replies.EDIT: Just so you know, these are Non Canon. This is becuase there is some stuff I wanted to change in the orginal Cannon and now I can do that.Chapter 1The Matoran were always told that light concurred shadow. That Mata Nui would save them from all forms of evil. To many Matoran, that hope was still in their hearts. However to Nuju this dream was a lie. Maybe there was some truth to it at one time, but now it was nothing but a false glimpse of light force fed through drip feeders into the dying hears that would consume all they could get. There was many things that Nuju didn’t like, one of them was other people. He didn’t hate them individually as such, but the thought of having to keep a conversation going made his skin crawl. He, like many Ko Matoran, loved to look to the future. He spent a lot of his time up in the high snowing mountains of Ko metru, searching for answers in the snow. While Onu Matoran liked to follow the foot prints made by others, Nuju liked to pave away himself. He thought that dwelling on the past was depressing, all the wrong doings and regrets. The only way to really overcome this was to keep moving forward. Nuju let out a quiet laugh.“Onu Matorans would call that denial” he thought to himself.It wasn’t until he reached the peak of the mountain that Nuju looked at his surroundings. He had scaled this mountain many times before. He hated retracing his footsteps but he had climbed all the mountains there was in Ko Metru. He always thought that the closer you were to the stars, the closer you were to Mata Nui, and that you would feel the answers long before you see them. The stars gazed at Nuju , he smiled at them, but they only frowned back. Not so much at him, but at every being in Metru Nui. He knew dark times were ahead.He looked at the brightest star on the sky, Toa Lihkans. He was glad Lihkan was still around. Maybe he would shed some light in the dark times to come. He had once told Nuju that every star in the sky was a hero, and that they were watching over him.“Heros never truly die Nuju” He would say.Nuju liked that Idea. As Nuju gazed at the millions of eyes of great heros looking back at him, he wondered, if he would ever have a star.A movement in the snowy top forests interrupted him from his thoughts. A normal Matoran would not have seen this but Nuju did. When Nuju was first made, he very poor eye sight. He could barley see anything but except a fuzzy blur of all their shapes. He was in the fiery district of Ta Metru one time where he met a Matoran who specialized in mask making. They somehow got talking about Nujus poor vision and the mask maker offered to make him a “new eye”. Nuju accepted, but was cynical. A few hours later the red Matoran had come out with a telescopic scope. No way near as big as the ones on the telescopes he had at home.“Here, put this one one of your eyes”. He said. Somehow it seemed to fitted together with his white Matutu like building blocks. “What was his name? “Va?... Vaka? …Va…”Before he could finish his train of thought he was swept away by the figure from the Darkness. *************************************Vakama awoke. Groggily helifted his head. He looked at the clock. 6 strokes past Mid-day.”Im late for work!”. He said out load in a panic, jumping up quickly.That woke him up properly. It was only then he realised he was at work. Lying nest to his smelting pit with a half-finished Hau. Being a Ta Matoran he liked the heat. Too bad it made him sleepy to easily. “Sleeping on the job again Vakama?” It was Nuhrii. The dark red matron stood in the door way of the smelting pit, leaning against the side of the door frame.“Just resting my eyes.” joked Vakama.He liked Nuhrii. There was just this innocence about him that was hard to find in other Matoran, even himself. They had always been close. The started the mask making job in the same week as each other and had been friends ever since. He had always felt a bit sorry for Nuhrii. Vakama was by far, the better mask maker, but the effort Nuhrii put in to the job compared to Vakama made Vakama feel guilty. He guessed Nuhrii would have hated him if he wasn’t such a nice person. He absolutely admired Vakama. He would always try and make Kanohi as good as Vakama and every time he had made his “best yet” He would run and show Vakama. Not that Vakama minded of course, although sometimes he thought that Nuhrii was putting himself down to much because of his fanboyism. Vakama had always though himself as inadequate, despite his mask making ability. In fact, this only made it worse because it made him feel like an imposter, having little training on the skill yet being so good at it, not to mention how lazy he was.Turaga Dume stepped in with a Matoran with no Kanohi.“Vakama?” He asked rhetorically. “Why has this Matorans Kanohi not been finished yet?”.“Uh..Uh, just a second please Turaga.” He scrambled to pick up the parts of the broken Hau lying on the floor. Turaga Dume let out something between a grunt and a laugh and left the Matoran standing in Vakamas work shop. The Matoran was a Ta Matoran which meant he was a dark red colour. His hands and feet were a bright yellow colour.“Sorry about the wait” Vakama said.“Its okay” the Matoran laughed, “my shift doesn’t start until 8”.“Its Jaller right?” asked Vakama.“Yes it is. And that must make you Vakama, the great mask maker!”.“Right, the great mask maker” As Vakama said this his sentence trailed of into almost a whisper of embarrassment. Jaller noticed this, so he quickly changed the subject.“So, how does mask making actually work? ”Vakamas eyes light up, he was in his Zone now.“Well, Kanohi is a just a fancy word for mask. Each Kanohi or masks is made from a disk. Each disk has a different power. Some disks can be used for powerless Kanohi like ours, some can be used for Noble Kanohi like Turaga Dume, and finally some can be used to make GREAT Kanohi. Like the one that Toa Lihkan wears.” Jaller looked confused, so Vakama gave up. To think he was giving him the basics. “Guards, all strength and no brain” Vakama thought.“Listen, Vakama I really gotta go so is there any temporay masks that I can use for the mean time?”. “Uh, well there is this”. He picked up a yellow Mahiki.“This okay?”“Great!, so you later Vakama!” and with that he ran out the door ready to start another 10 hours standing at the gate of Ta Metru, waiting enemies that they hoped would never come.Chapter 2Matau was hopeless. Hopeless at getting Ga Matoran. Him and a group of other Le Matoran would often go down to Ga Metru and see if they could pick any up. Everyone seemed to get one but him. It wasn’t as if he was unlikeable, or unattractive for that matter, but he could never seem to get Ga Matoran to pay him any attention. His problem that he was trying to hard. He was an overly confident green Matoran who if had payed more attention to his driving class rather than flirting with Ga Matoran, he might be flying the Ussanuis rather than fixing them.He was thinking this as he was waiting by the corner of Ga Metru with some Cravalie flowers he had brought at a completely overpriced shop. Still it was worth it. Because tonight he wasn’t just meeting any Ga Matoran, he was meeting Nokama. He looked down at the empty road and saw nothing. It was getting late. Way past the time the had arranged to meet. He had known it all along any way. She wasn’t going to come. He dropped the flowers in a binf and walked home miserable. To think, he had walked so far and spent so much, only to be rejected. He didn’t think he had ever been as excited as he was last night when he heard the news about the date.“That’s what happens when you ask Vhisola to do something for you.” He thought.As much as he liked Vhisola he knew there was something not quite right about her. It had obviously been deliberate that she hadn’t told Nokama.“Shes totally obsessed with her” He thought. “probably didn’t want be getting In the way of their beautiful relationship” He half joked.He got to the border of Onu Metru. He glanced back at the direction of that lonely street before carrying on moving again. He eventually got to the town centre where the Onu Matorans were busily getting on with their night. They were only out in the air because it was dark. Most of them spent their days down in the tunnels where it was dark. “Strange beings” Matau said quietly, shaking his head. He turned around to see Vahki Vorzahk standing over him.“Matau?” He said. “What are you doing roaming the streets on Onu Metru at this time of night? Didn’t think you were one for History and culture” he laughed.Vorzahk was a tall barley humanoid… thing. He was tall but rarely stood up to his maximum height. Vahkis were introduced to Metru Nui after most of the Toa had died to help out Toa Lihkan. There used to be many but now most of them had died out like the Toa in the Great War against Sidoraks army. There were only six left, coincidently one for each Metru. Vorzahk was from Le Metru so he was painted a green colour to fit in with the rest of the inhabitants. Although the Vahki and Lihkan were on the same tem they rarely saw eye to eye. They believed that bad Matoran should be punished and Lihkan thought they should be helped. The Vahki had a strict reputation but the six that were left were okay really. Especially if you stayed in their good books. Vorzahk picked Matau up and ran back to Le Metru. He could run faster than Matau and didn’t seem to get tired at all. He placed Matau down outside is home and ran off into the night. Matau steped inside his hut. It felt empty and lonely. He hated being alone. He woundeded if Vhisola had told Nokama, and Nokama hadn’t come simply because she didn’t want too. He quickly shook the though away. Mainly because he knew it was true. He sat down on a tree branch as the warm sun set its orange glow on the sleeping city.***********************************Sometimes when the the city was sleeping like this, Nokama would sit on the beach and look out into the ocean. It seemed to go on for ever. She one day hoped to get a boat and go al the way out there. She wanted to discover new paces and meet the strange inhabitants that lived there. She threw a small pebble out but it failed to skim. She watched as it was submerged into the endless waters, becoming one of the many pebbles already down there. A nobody. She found it sad that no mater what happened it would ways be a nobody, even If it had of skimmed it would have still sunk to the ocean floor. It was like her, she would always be a nobody. She didn’t want to admit it but that was the reason why she never went on that date with Matau. Lets face it, he was a nobody. She wanted to be with some one that people would say“Oh my god, you will never guess who Nokamas with”. She cringed. It made her sound so shallow. Maybe she should have gone with Matau. He was a little immature at times but he had a good heart. She tried to convince herself that he wouldn’t mind as he was a hopeless flirt and was probably used to it. Deep down thoug, she knew it would have hurt him badly that she hadn’t gone. She looked at the two moons that light up Ga Metru like a torch.“Mata Nuis eyes”. She thought to her self. I wonder if he was judging her right now. She looked over to see a tall red and gold figure standing over her.“Toa Likahn!” She said. Happily.“Hello the Nokama” He replied.“What Brings you here”He looked troubled and scared. Nokama had never seen him like this before.“Whats that matter” she asked.“I came here to be judged by the great spirit” He said. “because I need to know what I have done wrong.”“What do you mean?”He looked at her as if he was going to break down in tears“Nokama?” His voice was trembling but he tried to hide it “Can I trust you to look after Metru Nui if I…”“Likahn” It was a new voice. Nidhiki. Nidihki was Lihkahns old team mate, but she betrayed him to join the Dark Hunters. Lihkan was hurt greatly by this. It was always known that there was something between them. It was a shock to Nokama as well. Nidihki had been one of her favourite Toas.“It’s time now” She said. She looked like she may have been crying too but Nokama wasn’t sure.“I dint understand” He said, more confidently now but still a little shaky. “Why would he…”“Shhhh” Nidihki hissed” and pointed to Nokama with her claw.Nidihki was part of the Dark Hunters. The Dark hunters were an organisation of mercenaries that people paid to do their dirty work. Nidihki was originally spying on them until they found her out. For a reason Nokama did not know, she joined them but had to swear he alliance to them by undergoing a mutation. Once a graceful Toa of Air she was not a four legged giant insect. She had gigantic claws instead of hands that could cut through almost anything. Nokama didn’t know much about the Dark Hunters except their leader was named the Shadowed one but had disappeared for a while now.Likahn walked toward Nidhki but just as he did he threw a round object at the ground. The thing exploded but instead of shrapnel flying out a high pitched sequel came out instead. Nokamas last sight was Likahn pushing a disorientated Nidihki out of the way and running off into the night.

Bad guys look more impressive if they have an army. The armies always had a leader, and that's what the story focused on between 2001-2005, with the minor exception of 2002 (scratch that, it's the Bahrag!). As for the changing face of the army, well, they had to sell sets. This put more emphasis on the army than the leader of the army, which leads to the confusion about who the real bad guys are. The bad guys of Bionicle were not the Rahi, the Bohrok, the Vahki, or the Visorak. They were Makuta, Bahrag, Makuta, and Roodaka. They just employed armies of the aforementioned beings. I think that Makuta and Roodaka were descent characters at least - hardly boring.2006-07 villains were okay.

This is on my Blog to with a little bit more info about it but I decided to put it on here so it gets more attention. I dont think this will be the full chapter. Its way too short, I will most likely add more but it will end and start the same way.There isnt much in the way of plot in this segment but focus more on my writing skills for it. Does it intrigue you? Would you like to see more?"Chapter 1-Nuju.The Matoran were always told that light concurred shadow. That Mata Nui would save them from all forms of evil. To many Matoran, that hope was still in their hearts. However to Nuju this dream was a lie. Maybe there was some truth to it at one time, but now it was nothing but a false glimpse of light force fed through drip feeders into the dying hears that would consume all they could get. There was many things that Nuju didn’t like, one of them was other people. He didn’t hate them individually as such, but the thought of having to keep a conversation going made his skin crawl. He, like many Ko Matoran, loved to look to the future. He spent a lot of his time up in the high snowing mountains of Ko metru, searching for answers in the snow. While Onu Matoran liked to follow the foot prints made by others, Nuju liked to pave away himself. He thought that dwelling on the past was depressing, all the wrong doings and regrets. The only way to really overcome this was to keep moving forward. Nuju let out a quiet laugh. “Onu Matorans would call that denial” he thought to himself.It wasn’t until he reached the peak of the mountain that Nuju looked at his surroundings. He had scaled this mountain many times before. He hated retracing his footsteps but he had climbed all the mountains the was in Ko Metru. He always thought that the closer you were to the stars, the closer you were to Mata Nui, and that you would feel the answers long before you see them. The stars gazed at Nuju , he smiled at them, but they only froned back. Not so much at him, but at every being in Metru Nui. He knew dark times were ahead.He looked at the brightest star on the sky, Toa Lihkans. He was glad Lihkan was still around. Maybe he would shed some light in the dark times to come. He had once talled Nuju that every star was a hero, and that they were watching over him. “Heros never truly die Nuju” He would say. Nuju liked that Idea. As Nuju gazed at the millions of eyes of great heros looking back at him, he wondered, if he would ever have a star."

Mutran's Mask of Mutation works with his job of concocting strange and savage beasts

Actually, Mutran wore the Mask of Silence, as did Chirox. I'm not sure how that suits the two of them. As for Vultraz, the best match I can think of between personality and mask power is that the Great Mask of Scavenging encourages killing because its user can siphon strength from dead victims, and Vultraz is a murderer. Some of the above matches, such as the ones for Karzanhi, Helryx, and Tuyet, are very clever, good thinking.

*checks BS01*I guess Mutran used his mask when he wanted some peace to write his journal.

You mean, if a villain cared if, for example, he killed a Matoran? Well, we could have used more in the way of anti-heroes/anti-villains. We had some sympathetic Dark Hunters, and Krika (probably still evil, but less than his brothers), and on the flip side the nastier of the Order of Mata Nui agents. But they got a tiny fraction of the story focus that the really evil villains and the good (though still flawed) heroes got.

Those 'swarms' were pretty much that -- the Visorak, Rahkshi, Bohrok, and Vahki were not one of a kind, but one of many. Some of them did have personalities that seemed to depend on their 'breed' -- for example, Oohnorak are especially subservient, Guurahk are observant hunters, Tahnok are the most easily-provoked Bohrok, and Vorzakh are notorious for smashing right through obstacles when chasing criminals. But these traits didn't seem as pronounced in the story as they could have been. I can think of two reasons villains like the Piraka had more personality: 1, they actually were unique, colorful individuals rather than hordes of minions, and 2, we got to see the story from their point of view, while we rarely if ever followed the adventures of say, a Vahki.

The Rahi, Rahkshi, and Vahki were all controlled by Teridax, who was the main threat to the Toa Mata and Toa Metru at their respective times. (Well, the Vahki weren't at first, but he took control of them later on.) They were all basically minions to the Makuta, who was the real threat to the Toa. The story could've gotten repetitive if he had personally fought the Toa mutiple times himself. That is why he had others (Rahi, Bohrok, Rahkshi, etc.) to do it for him. (And keep the story exciting too.)Not to say that the Rahskhi having their own personalities wouldn't have been cool. But I doubt their would've been time for them to be turned into fully developed characters. They were only in the story for half of 03 after all. (I'm only talking about the 03 Rahkshi here, not the others that appeared in story later on.) Same goes for the Rahi and others in their respective storylines.The Bohrok-Kal, however, did have personalities of their own. Even though they all kind of had the same personality, IMO. The same most likely would've happen to the Rahkshi if they were given their own personalities in 03. And Rahkshi do have the power of flight.