Pikiru

Chapter: 7 Lesovikk watched as the first rays of light returned to the world. He had kept watch over the village all night and had seen and heard nothing except for the calls of small Rahi, but that was no guarantee that the creatures were not coming back. He turned his attention back to the village as the Matoran began to wake up. Once they were awake, Lesovikk called another meeting in the village center. “Right now I am going to go scout the shore of the island to see if any of the creatures came back in the night. I am not sure when I will be back, so if there is a problem you will need to contact me. Do you have any kind of horn that is loud enough to reach all of the island?” “We have a shell horn,” said a Ga-Matoran, who then ran into one of the nearby huts. She returned a minute later carrying a large spiral shell. She gave it a blow, and it produced a low-pitched, but very loud, call. “Excellent,” said Lesovikk when the noise subsided, “blow that in case there is any trouble. From wherever I am on the island I will come back as fast as I can. If you leave the village travel in pairs or groups. I will be back later.” With that he left and started walking towards the main western exit that led to the forest and the coast. “Wait!” said a voice behind him. Lesovikk sighed, and didn’t even bother looking back. He knew who it was. “I don’t need help, Kualus,” he said as the Ko-Matoran ran towards him. “I don’t want help.” “Yes, I kind of got that idea,” said Kualus, panting slightly, “but where are you going?” “I just told you. I am going to check the shore to see if the creatures came back.” “But why are you going this way?” “Because this is the easiest way to get to the shore,” said Lesovikk, rapidly losing his patience. “Oh, I’m sorry,” said Kualus as he realized his mistake, “I forgot that you don’t know this island. There is a much easer way to check the shore than walking all around. Come with me, Ill show you!” With that Kualus started walking back towards the village, and beckoned him to follow. Lesovikk sighed again and followed Kualus. They passed many of the side passages up into the hills that Lesovikk had thought they might take, and continued further into the village. When they were almost at the back Kualus stopped short and looked back at Lesovikk. “Have you actually had any food since you first got here?” “Uh, no,” said Lesovikk, slightly taken aback by the question, “but I’m-” “I’ll be right back,” Kualus interrupted, and started to run towards one of the huts. “Stay there!” Lesovikk looked on in disbelief as Kualus disappeared into one of the huts. He returned a moment later carrying a small bag. When he reached Lesovikk he rummaged in it and pulled out a small green berry. “Would you like a bula berry?” he asked, holding it up. Lesovikk wanted to refuse, but he felt that Kualus would keep asking if he did. He took the berry and held it, absorbing its energy. Immediately he felt some of his strength returning. Kualus smiled as Lesovikk ate it. “We are not far from the entrance,” he said as he started walking again, with Lesovikk following. As they got closer it was clear that they were heading for the spire of stone. Lesovikk had never seen it up close in the daylight before. It seemed to be a single huge structure of rock. Its surface was smooth, and exposed from top to bottom, like some giant stone building jutting out of the hills. However, Kualus instead led him to the right of the spire, to a small passage that was barely visible. It was carved into the hill, and looked like it wound up and up. “After you,” said Kualus, gesturing to the path. Lesovikk started up it, with Kualus following behind. The passage was cramped, with dirt walls on both sides, and the only light came from above. It had obviously been made for Matoran-sized beings, not Toa. However, the path did indeed climb upwards in a gradual slope, and slowly turned to the left. They didn’t talk for a few minutes, until Kualus broke the silence. “What happened to you?” “What?” said Lesovikk. “When we were walking through the hills,” Kualus continued, “you said you were not a Toa. But when you were in the village you said that you were. I also asked you if there were Matoran where you came from, and you said there once were. You also said that you had been wandering, and in the village when you were talking about those crab-Rahi you said they were stopping you from getting to your friends. So, what happened to you?” Lesovikk sighed, and looked at the ground. “A long time ago,” he began, “I was once part of a team.” “I didn’t know that Toa work in teams,” said Kualus. “We were the first,” Lesovikk continued. “We defended our home island from many threats. But one day we encountered a band of murderous creatures called Zyglak. They killed all my teammates, all because I did not act sooner.” Kualus was too shocked to respond, so Lesovikk continued. “If you thought it could not get any worse than that,” he said, his voice low and full of sadness, “you would be wrong. When I went back to my village I found that all of the Matoran that had been living there were gone, sent away to the realm of Karzahni.” “I thought that was a myth,” said Kualus, even more shocked. “No, it’s real, and terrible. When I tried to get my friends back from that place I was stopped by the Manas. So now I am wandering the universe, hoping to find a way to get past them.” “I am so sorry,” said Kualus, “but why do you not want to be called a Toa?” “Because I am not worthy of the title.” “I think that what you did yesterday makes you worthy.” “It’s not enough. No amount is enough.” As they continued walking, the path started to open up. “When you leave tomorrow, are you going to continue wandering?” “Yes,” said Lesovikk. “For what it’s worth,” said Kualus, “I think you will be able to get them back. Judging from what you did yesterday, no Rahi can defeat you.” “You have never seen the Manas.” “That’s true,” said Kualus, “but I still think you can do it.” The path had now opened up almost completely. “On a different topic,” said Kualus, “we are here.” As they rounded a small bend in the path they came to a large flat platform made of wood that had been built onto the spire of rock. It was situated at the very top of the hill that the rock was embedded in. From its vantage point you could see the whole island. Lesovikk walked out and surveyed his surroundings. It was quite beautiful. He could see the beach where he had first landed, the rocky shoreline that made up the southern part of the island, and even the steep hill and small grassy area that were behind the spire. Even though they were quite high up, the tower of rock still extended above them. From his vantage point he could also see that there were no other islands on the horizon. If the two chains of islands really do exist, thought Lesovikk, then I still have a long way to go. Then something caught Lesovikk’s eye. “My boat is gone.” It should have been resting on the beach, but it was nowhere to be seen. “What?” said Kualus, walking up to Lesovikk. “Where could it have gone?” “Could it have been stolen?” said Lesovikk, thinking back to how almost everyone in the village had objected to him leaving. “I don’t think so,” said Kualus. “I’ll go back down and check to see if anyone has seen it. If not we will make you a new boat. I promise.” With that Kualus started down the path again, but paused. “Look, I am sorry, Lesovikk, for asking about your past. I was just curious.” “It’s okay.” “Kualus,” Lesovikk said as the Ko-Matoran started to leave again, “could I have that bag of berries?” Kualus smiled and threw him the small bag, then turned and walked down the path.

Chapter: 6 The rest of Lesovikk’s and Kualus’s journey was uneventful. No Visorak were hiding in the hills. Apparently they had all been in the village or had come down when the battle had started. When they both returned to the village the daylight was starting to fade. The repairs to the huts were slowly coming along, but were nowhere near to being finished. “What are you going to do now?” Kualus asked as they walked through one of the openings in the wall. “I am going to call a meeting,” Lesovikk said, and then walked towards the center of the village again. Most of the Visorak had been cleared away, but you could still see the signs of the battle. “Could all Matoran please come to the center of the village,” Lesovikk shouted. At once a few Matoran came, followed by the rest. A few stragglers came in last, but no one wanted to miss this. Once they were all assembled Lesovikk spoke again. “Thank you. Now I know that you all must have some questions, and I have some of my own. So I will answer any of your questions if you answer mine.” As soon as he said this the center of the village erupted with noise. “One at a time!” Lesovikk shouted over the clamor. This brought the questions to a halt and everyone quieted down. ”Now, let’s try this again,” Lesovikk said and waited. One of the Matoran raised his hand. “Yes?” “Are you a Toa?” “I-” Lesovikk started, then looked at the ground. After a while he looked back up and said “yes”. The whole crowd of Matoran erupted in murmur. Kualus didn’t say anything, but stared at Lesovikk, who ignored him. “Am I the first Toa you have ever seen?” Lesovikk asked. The crowd nodded. “Well, don’t call me ‘Toa Lesovikk’.” “Are you a Toa of air?” said one Matoran in the crowd. “Yes.” “What is your mask power?” said another. “It allows me to copy the powers of Rahi,” Lesovikk replied, getting slightly annoyed with the conversation. “Where did you come from?” said a Ga-Matoran. “Far away.” “Did you come from the legendary city of Metru Nui?” said a Le-Matoran in the back. “No.” “Did you know we were in danger?” said a Po-Matoran. “No, I didn’t.” “How did you defeat those creatures?” “With lots of training, and luck,” replied Lesovikk. “Why didn’t you save my friend?” said a Ko-Matoran, referring to the Ta-Matoran who was killed. “Because there wasn’t time,” said Lesovikk. “I am sorry.” “Are you going to stay and help us?” said an Onu-Matoran. “Not for long.” This did not go over well with the Matoran. “Why not?” “How long?” “Where are you going?” “Look, I will tell you when this meeting is over,” said Lesovikk. “Now, are there any other questions aside from that?” No one raised their hand. “Right, now-” “Wait!” said a Ga-Matoran. “What is it?” Lesovikk said. “I just wanted to say that if you hadn’t come, who knows what would have happened to us. So thank you. Thank you for saving us.” The rest of the Matoran nodded in agreement. “You’re welcome,” said Lesovikk. “Now it is my turn. Do you know what those creatures were?” “No, we had never seen them before,” said a Ta-Matoran, as the rest shook their heads. “When did they come here?” “Just today,” said an Onu-Matoran, “I was the first to see them. I think it had been daylight for maybe two hours when they arrived.” “Though we heard them before we saw them,” piped up another. “What happened before I got here?” “They just kept us here,” said a Ko-Matoran, “in the village center. They did not attack us, though they seemed like they wanted to. They only went crazy after-” the Ko-Matoran held back a sob, “after my friend made a run for it.” Then he couldn’t hold back any longer and broke down. Lesovikk knew the feeling, and waited before continuing, while two Matoran comforted their friend. After a while he said, “Have any Matoran gone missing?” “Just a Ga-Matoran who arrived yesterday,” said a Po-Matoran, “when we went looking we couldn’t find her.” “You left the village even when I told you not to!” said Lesovikk. “We couldn’t just leave her,” said the Po-Matoran defiantly, “what if she had been hurt.” Lesovikk sighed. “Just don’t go out anymore tonight. You can check again for her tomorrow.” The Po-Matoran nodded. After a bit Lesovikk said tentatively “Do any of you know anything about the Manas?” The Matoran crowd shook their heads. Lesovikk let out a sigh of despair. “What are they?” asked a Le-Matoran. “They are vicious, crab-like Rahi,” said Lesovikk. “They are guarding my friends, and stopping me from reaching them.” Lesovikk stood, lost in thought, for a minute. Then, realizing that the crowd was still there, he spoke up again. “Now, to answer your last question, I will be staying for one more day, then leaving the next morning.” “Do you have to leave so soon,” said a Ta-Matoran, “we have never met a Toa before. Can’t you stay with us?” “I am sorry,” said Lesovikk, “but I must move on. Now everybody should get some rest. I will keep watch overnight, and in the morning I will scout the island again and check the coast to see if the Rahi have come back.” Lesovikk then walked off towards the western part of the island, which faced the opening of the hills. When he was about halfway there he heard someone following. Lesovikk turned to see Kualus coming up behind him. “Go back, Kualus, get some sleep.” “But you need help,” said Kualus as he walked up to Lesovikk. “Not now, get some sleep” “But if you are watching the western side of the island, what happens if those creatures attack from the northern side, or the southern?” “I think I will manage to look in all four directions,” said Lesovikk. He then knelt beside the Ko-Matoran and looked Kualus right in the eye. “Now please, get some sleep.” Kualus looked at Lesovikk for a few seconds, then nodded his head and started walking back into the village. Lesovikk watched him until he was inside one of the huts, then turned his attention back to the dark expanse of the hills, the small forest and the spire of rock.

I never really thought about that, but I think you could be right that other masks could have side abilities. I know that the Kaukau Nuva can shut off a beings ability to breath air (making them drown on land), but I am not sure about the gas mask thing. Also in the books Pohatu (and gali) used the Kakama Nuva to vibrate the users atoms, not a regular Kakama (as mentioned above). So maybe improvision can only be done (or at least done better) with Nuva Kanohi, do to there higher power level and the ability to share the power with more than one person. If this is the case then I would think that the Pakari Nuva could strengthen certain muscles (like the legs) in the being who is wearing it (or other beings nearby), but I don't think that the regular Pakari could do that (though that is just my opinion).

Chapter: 5 Makuta Teridax, now leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta, sat on his throne, brooding. He had only recently gotten this throne from Makuta Miserix around 500 years ago, and so far his grand plan was going as well as could be expected. Icarax and Gorast had already hunted down all of the Makuta that had objected to his plans. The virus that would be used to put Mata Nui to sleep was already being perfected. However, the news that Gorast had told him was… intriguing. The entire squad of Visorak, defeated by a single Toa. Even though this group of Visorak had never seen one before, Teridax had expected that they could have taken out one Toa. As he sat there in the darkened room, Teridax thought back to how the Visorak fitted into his grand plan. Early on, he had realized that the lands to the south of Metru Nui might object to his plan. In the event that he needed to take the rest of this universe by force, he needed an army. He already had hordes of Rahkshi, but he needed something else. Some other force that he could use if the Rahkshi were not an option. The answer came to him in the form of a Rahi. One of the many interesting creations of Makuta Chirox, they were a race of creatures that Chirox had named ‘Visorak’. Teridax had already seen what they were capable of. Chirox had unleashed his new creations on a village that was home to a race of tall, strong warriors with the ability to use Kanohi. The Visorak had decimated it, sending its survivors fleeing. Not only were they a delightfully ravenous horde that wanted to cocoon all other species, but they also had mutagenic venom, webs with an amazing tensile strength, natural Rhotuka launchers, and even their own language, so that they could be given orders with ease. The next step was forming them into an army. The Visorak were eager to join, seeing as they benefited from the arrangement as well, but they were still too rebellious. It was Gorast who fixed this, using only her charm and her willingness to ruthlessly kill any Visorak that would disobey. It was more the second that made them fall in line, and soon they were obedient to the Brotherhood. Now the Makuta of Metru Nui had another army alongside the Rahkshi, another force that would gladly ravage lands, turn beautiful areas into lifeless wastelands. The next thing to do was test them. Teridax had already seen how formidable they could be, but an army must also follow orders, and learn restraint. After all, he wanted to rule Metru Nui and its Matoran, not have them all cocooned. So he devised a simple test to see if a small group of Visorak could be patient. He found an island that was just right for the task. Located on the eastern side of Bitil’s realm, it had a small village of Matoran on it, and was far away from any other inhabited lands. Almost no one knew of this island, and the ones who did knew very little. No one would miss the Matoran if they vanished. So he sent a small squad of Visorak to the island, telling them to head there in secret and capture its Matoran population. Most importantly, they were not to do anything to the Matoran for two days time. In this way Teridax would see if the Visorak could show restraint, and stick with their orders when faced with something almost irresistible. The question was, now that the test was over, how could he turn the situation to his advantage. The Visorak‘s impatience was not much of a problem. The Matoran would have been killed either way. It just meant that they needed more training. He was certain that, given time, the Visorak would even surpass the Rahkshi as a horde. But this Lesovikk complicated matters. Teridax had always underestimated Toa. Would-be heroes with minimal power in comparison to a Makuta, who were always too compassionate to get anything major done. But if they were capable of this level of ferocity, they could pose a problem. Now for the first time Teridax felt they were an actual threat. A small threat perhaps, but still there, and still potentially dangerous. What he needed was something or someone which could deal with the threat of Toa, and could eliminate them whenever the need arose. Teridax could hire someone for the task -- he had recently heard of a new organization called the Dark Hunters that might take the job. But he had found that intelligent beings usually turned out to be too willful, and either wanted more money or more power. He could send out a Makuta whenever necessary, but that would be like using a Tahtorak to crush a Fireflyer, and, for a little while longer, he needed to keep the image of the Brotherhood as benevolent protectors. If they suddenly started killing the guardians of the Matoran, it would go over just as well as another Archives Massacre. No, he needed something that would blindly carry out orders and hunt down any Toa in its vicinity. Then the answer came to him, worming its way into his head like a Troller after a meal. A Rahi. Teridax got up from his throne and walked out into one of the many halls of Destral, a plan already forming in his mind. A Rahi would not be too willful and could be trained to follow orders. Toa could even be the creature’s preferred prey. But as he walked towards the biggest of Destral’s virus vats, a lingering doubt crept into his mind. Almost every Rahi that the Brotherhood had created could be beaten by a Toa. Some, of course, could be beaten more easily than others, but even with the best, there was always the small possibility of them being defeated. However a split second later Teridax had the answer. What if he combined Rahi? What if he mixed together the best parts of some of the best Rahi the Brotherhood had ever made? When Teridax got to the vat room he flung open the metal doors and immediately got to work, the smile of an idea on his lips. It would be a great Rahi, possibly the greatest Rahi ever made. And this Lesovikk would be the perfect Toa to test it on. As he began to mix in numerous viruses into the already churning vat of Liquid Protodermis, Teridax decided that that would be a perfect name for his new creation and christened it: Rahi Nui.

I liked it. I originally thought that it was a bit weird to see Toa Jalokim in the story, but I think I would have done the same myself. I also liked the concept (the secret Toa Team and the Makuta). I thought that you might have added more to the story, but it still worked. I am keen to see what happens to Jalokim next.

Chapter: 4 Lesovikk watched as the Visorak floated away on one of their rafts, drifting away into the horizon, until they were lost from sight. He hoped they would never come back, but suspected that they would. A sudden movement in the sky caught Lesovikk’s attention, but it was only a lone Rahi hawk, a Nivawk by the look of it, swooping around above him. Probably looking for an easy meal, thought Lesovikk as he headed back towards the village, a battleground is always a good spot to find carrion. The village was in terrible shape. Five huts were destroyed completely, and several more were badly damaged. The outer wall had been broken in two places, and all around lay the carcasses of Visorak. The Matoran were just now coming back into the village. Lesovikk hadn’t needed to tell them it was safe; they could see that the battle was over. Some of them were almost too stunned to move. Some were sad that their village had been destroyed, while others were glad it had not been destroyed even more, and some were devastated by the loss of their friend. Aside from the death of one very brave Ta-Matoran, and some minor injuries, the Matoran had escaped relatively unscathed. When they saw Lesovikk some of them cheered and clapped, whereas others stepped back a few steps, afraid. Lesovikk stood before the assembled crowd for a few moments and then said, “I am going to check to see if any more of the creatures are still in the hills. Are there any caves on this island?” A few Matoran shook their heads. “Good, I will be back as soon as I can. Stay here and don’t leave the village!” With that he started walking towards one of the openings in the village wall which led to a gravel path into the hills. After a while, he stopped to catch his breath. His journey in the hills had so far been uneventful, but tedious. He hadn’t found any more of the creatures, but there was still a lot of ground to cover. The paths in the hills zigzagged and split into many smaller side paths, like some great gravel river. Lesovikk was just about to set off again when something brushed against his mind. It was barely perceptible, but was there, worming its way into his head. A long time ago Lesovikk might not have noticed, but Jovan had taught him how to push back and try to find the cause of any disturbance. As soon as Lesovikk tried, though, it went away. Puzzled, he looked around for its cause, but saw no living creature except for the same Nivawk circling in the sky. Lesovikk pondered this for a minute, but stopped as he heard a sound coming from the path behind him, the sound of metal against rock. He quietly took out his Air Sword and listened. The sound came again, closer than before. He braced for an attack, ready to face whatever came. A snow-white mask popped out from behind a rock. Lesovikk visibly relaxed as a Ko-Matoran clambered up the path, but his expression remained stern. “I told you all to stay in the village!” Lesovikk said harshly. “Well, I thought you might need some help” said the Ko-Matoran as he walked up to Lesovikk. “I don’t need any help,” said Lesovikk, already starting to walk away. “Go back.” “But you don’t know this island as well as I do,” said the Ko-Matoran, “I could help you look.” “You wouldn’t be helping,” Lesovikk replied, turning back to the Matoran, “You would be a liability, slowing me down. What if you got hurt?” “I wouldn’t get hurt,” the Ko-Matoran responded, “you would be here to protect me. And if you think about it, this job would go quicker if I helped.” “Fine,” said Lesovikk with a sigh, “you can stick with me, but stay behind me and stay safe.” The Ko-Matoran nodded his approval, and Lesovikk continued along the path, with the Matoran walking behind him. After a few minutes the Ko-Matoran spoke up again. “Thank you for saving us, it was quite impressive.” “You’re welcome,” said Lesovikk. “What’s your name?” asked the Ko-Matoran. “Lesovikk.” “Nice to meet you, Lesovikk, my name is Kualus.” “Nice to meet you too,” said Lesovikk, and left it at that. “So, I have to ask,” said Kualus after another minute, “are you a Toa?” “No,” said Lesovikk quickly. “Oh. Ok, but you look so much like what a Toa-” “I’m not,” said Lesovikk, cutting him off. Kualus felt that it was best to change the subject. “So, where did you come from?” “Far away.” “Are there Matoran where you came from?” “There once were,” said Lesovikk sadly. Kualus could sense that this was also a touchy subject, so he shifted the conversation again. “So, what brought you to the island? Did you know we were in danger?” “No,” said Lesovikk, “I was just… wandering.” Kualus could tell that this entire conversation was making Lesovikk more downcast, so he stopped talking and just followed behind him. After a little while they came to a spot that overlooked the beach where Lesovikk had first arrived. “Is that your boat?” Kualus asked, pointing to a small craft on the sand. “Yes,” said Lesovikk, looking around. “It’s a bit small.” Then Lesovikk’s eyes caught sight of another boat on the shoreline of the forest. It was smaller than his boat and was certainly not one of the creatures’ rafts. “Is that a boat from your village?” “Oh, no that’s a Ga-Matoran’s boat,” said Kualus. “I forget her name. She came just yesterday. Said her boat had been blown off course by a storm.” Lesovikk looked at the boat while Kualus continued. “It was actually quite exciting when she came, because she was the first Matoran not from our village we had seen in a very long time.” “Where did she come from?” “Some continent to the north of here.” That’s a long way for a Matoran to row, Lesovikk thought. Kualus then gasped as he realized something. “When everybody was leaving the village to escape the Rahi, I didn’t see her in the crowd! Do you think she’s ok?” “What kind of Kanohi was she wearing?” said Lesovikk. “I think she was wearing a Mahiki.” “I might have seen her,” said Lesovikk, still looking out at the boat. “In the battle I saw a Ga-Matoran wearing a Mahiki. She had stayed behind in the village. I don’t know what happened to her.” Then Lesovikk continued walking, with Kualus following behind. **************** Makuta Gorast, mistress of the Visorak hordes, watched the Toa and Matoran walk along the hill, and thought back to what had happened. The plan had gone relatively well until this Toa had interrupted it. Her disguise as a Ga-Matoran had been perfect. She had been in the best position to observe the Visorak up close. Even her boat she had used as a marker. Gorast chuckled inside as she remembered her Kanohi mask. She could have picked anything, but a Mahiki just fit so well. So much of the plan had fallen into place. However, it was clear that the Visorak were too restless, and she believed they would have disobeyed their orders eventually. If so, they would have had to be killed – not that she minded. But then this Toa of Air had come into the picture. Gorast had suspected that a Toa would be no match for thirty Visorak, but in this case she had been wrong. She had gotten so caught up in the battle that she had forgotten to leave with the other Matoran, and the Toa had seen her. As she went out of the village a Visorak saw her as well. It dared to attack and paid in full with its life. Gorast absorbed its body, used its energy to shapeshift into a Nivawk hawk, and flew up to see the battle from the sky. This Toa had defeated the Visorak with skill and ferocity she had not suspected they were capable of. After watching him head into the hills, she tried to scan his mind, but surprisingly he had noticed, and she had to withdraw. Gorast was not very skilled at reading minds, preferring to get information in other ways, but only the most experienced beings could tell when she did so. She had, however, learned some information from a conversation between this Toa and the Matoran who walked behind him. They had even talked about her for a bit, but hadn’t guessed at her true form. Now, however, Gorast thought about her next move. This Lesovikk could pose a problem. He was a very skilled fighter, though certainly not up to her standards, and now he knew about the Visorak. Logic dictated that he should never leave the island alive. But before she did anything she needed to contact Teridax. Gorast had always respected his ability to take anything that might seem like a setback or a problem, and turn it to his advantage. While she saw Lesovikk as just another being to be killed, Teridax might have a use for him. As she flew over the island she spotted just the location she needed. It was a small clearing that was hidden from sight behind the spire of rock. Gorast flew down to the clearing and sat in the center. She closed her eyes and concentrated, reaching out with her mind. Gorast was not a very good telepath, but Destral was not very far away and she knew that Teridax would be there. After what felt like an eternity she found him. Teridax, she thought towards him, I have news for you. Gorast, you were not supposed to contact me for another two days, he replied. Did the test fail? The test did fail, although it started out well. The Visorak found the island and captured the village efficiently, but within two hours they had gotten quite impatient. They still need work. However, they didn’t kill the Matoran, they didn’t have the chance. Teridax’s silence urged her to continue. A Toa intervened. One Toa defeated the group of Visorak and sent the survivors fleeing off the island. Did you kill the Toa or the Matoran yet? No. Who is he? He is a Toa of air named Lesovikk. Very experienced. He was able to dodge or deflect all of the Rhotuka the Visorak sent at him, and he defeated them in only a few dozen minutes. I tried to scan his mind, but he noticed, and I had to withdraw. I did gain some information, however, from his conversation with a Matoran. He had not known about the Visorak until he arrived. Gorast waited for a response. After about a minute Teridax answered. Do not kill him or the Matoran yet. Don’t let them leave the island, and keep a close watch. Whenever you feel it would be safe to do so, hunt down the Visorak that survived. I will contact you again soon. Then he was gone. Gorast cursed as she got up. She didn’t see why they should keep this Toa or the Matoran alive any longer, but knew that Teridax must have a good reason. She would follow her orders. She flew off to destroy all the boats on the island, and tried to look on the bright side. At least I can still hunt the Visorak.

Chapter: 3 Lesovikk jumped and started to slide down the side of the hills as the rest of the Visorak noticed him and began launching more Rhotuka spinners. He knew that his old mentor Jovan would not approve of this course of action. Sliding down the side of a hill towards a group of enemies, enemies that he knew nothing about, was not a very good plan, if it was a plan at all. But Lesovikk had just seen a Matoran killed, and had learned the hard way that if you hesitate for too long, you pay the price. So he jumped into the fray, dodging spinners as he went. When he was halfway down the hill he leaped upwards and blasted a column of air beneath him to get more lift. At the peak of his leap, Lesovikk unleashed a hurricane force wind toward the Visorak that surrounded the Matoran. In his years traveling the universe Lesovikk had honed his skills and learned to manipulate his powers well. As he fell he directed his gust of wind around the Matoran, missing them, but hitting the Visorak like a piledriver, knocking them back into the Matoran huts. The gust also slowed Lesovikk’s fall and he landed beside the Matoran, sword at his side, and yelled to the assembled crowd “Get out of the village! Get yourselves to safety!” Most of the Matoran just stood there, too stunned to move. They had been captured, held in their own village, and had just seen one of their number killed. They had a right to be stunned. But one of the Matoran, a Ko-Matoran judging by his armor, said, “We can’t get out, they are blocking all the exits!” Lesovikk didn’t have time for this, the Visorak that he had hit were starting to stir. He looked towards the nearest exit and saw that two Visorak were guarding it. He willed a cyclone to form, sucking them up and sending them flying into the air. A few seconds later they came back to the ground with a thud. “There’s your exit!” said Lesovikk, gesturing at the now Visorak-free passage, “Now go!” Some of the Matoran still did not budge, but the Ko-Matoran yelled, “Do what he says, move!” They then all sprinted towards the exit. And just in time, because the Visorak that had been blasted were on their feet again. The Visorak who hadn’t had been hanging back, unsure of what to do, but now that they had regained their numbers they seemed ready for battle. One Vohtarak charged at Lesovikk. The latter waited until the Rahi was almost on top of him, then quickly sidestepped out of the way. With nothing to stop its charge, the Vohtarak careened into one of the Matoran huts and lay still. Then the rest of the Visorak attacked, charging at Lesovikk with their mandibles snapping open and shut, shooting a barrage of spinners into the air. It was not that they were very organized, or had much of a strategy at this time. None of the Visorak had actually seen a Toa before, or seen anyone control the wind. But this newcomer was a threat, and nobody had told them not to attack this being. A Boggarak was next to attack, jumping on Lesovikk and pinning him down, while emitting a loud humming sound. He was able to push it off him with his legs and brought his sword down upon his attacker. Lesovikk then increased the air pressure on one side of a Matoran hut, while dodging several spinners, causing it to topple over onto a small group of Visorak, burying them. He ducked out of the way of another spinner, and jumped to avoid the next one, which burnt a hole in one of the dwellings. As he was fighting, Lesovikk saw out of the corner of his eye that one Keelerak had veered off and was heading in the direction of the Matoran. He willed a powerful updraft to form, launching the Visorak onto the waiting edge of his sword. Lesovikk then noticed, to his surprise, that one of the Matoran had stayed behind. This blue-armored Ga-Matoran was peering out from behind one of the buildings, watching the battle with interest. “Get out of here!” Lesovikk shouted as he stabbed another Visorak and deflected a spinner with his sword. The Matoran shot him a look of surprise, then quickly headed out of the village. However one of the Oohnorak had noticed her and went in pursuit. Lesovikk had just been assaulted by a volley of Rhotuka, and did not see it following her. The Oohnorak caught up with her just outside the village and pounced. It was the last thing this Visorak ever did. Then another Keelerak jumped from one of the roofs and spun at Lesovikk, trying to use its razor-sharp legs. In response he used his power over air to send the Visorak flying into two others, piling them in a heap. Lesovikk was on them in a flash and ensured they would never get up again. Just then he heard a voice. “Lesovikk, stop fighting!” This made him stop short. It was Nikila’s voice. How could she be here, he thought, she was killed along with the rest of my team. The Visorak used his distraction to their advantage. One shot a paralyzing spinner, while another spat a stream of webbing. Lesovikk narrowly dodged the Rhotuka, but was left unprepared for the webbing. It struck his right arm, pinning down his sword. Lesovikk just barely managed to twist his sword and cut through the web as another Visorak charged, though it quickly regretted doing so. Then he heard her again, “Lesovikk, please, stop fighting,” -- but this time he noticed its source. One of the black creatures was on a nearby roof, and was talking in her voice. This filled Lesovikk with a terrible rage. For one brief second he had thought that she could be alive, but then that was taken away. With a yell that scared even some of the Visorak, he increased the air pressure around the Oohnorak 10-fold, crushing the creature to death. Lesovikk then charged forward. Two more Visorak fell to his sword, while another was slammed into the hillside by a well-placed gust of wind. The lead Suukorak watched all this happening from afar. This being, this tall Matoran who could control the air, was proving to be quite a fearsome enemy. What’s required here, it thought, as Lesovikk sent another Visorak flying into a building, is speed and strength. While Lesovikk dodged another barrage of spinners, the Suukorak screeched commands to four Oohnorak and two Vohtarak. The Vohtarak charged at Lesovikk. As he fought them off, the Oohnorak jumped on him from behind, forcing him down and secreting webbing in an attempt to smother him. The Suukorak had watched Lesovikk fight, and deduced that the best tactic was to strike fast, and strike hard. The Oohnorak were keeping him too pinned down to use his elemental power. But one thing the Suukorak didn’t take into account was Lesovikk’s mask. He called upon the power of a Lava Eel, heating his body up 400 degrees in a second. The web evaporated instantly and the Oohnorak shrieked in response, quickly leaping away. Lesovikk followed up with a blast of air that sent the Visorak flying. Then Lesovikk turned his eyes towards the Suukorak. He had noticed how it seemed to be commanding the others. That’s the leader, he thought, that’s the one I need to get. Lesovikk was tired and his muscles ached. He wanted to end this quickly. The Suukorak was on one of the taller Matoran buildings, overlooking the battlefield. Using his last reserves of strength, Lesovikk bolted forward. He jumped and grabbed onto the roof of one of the huts, using his momentum to fling himself on top of the building. He then ran across the roof, dodging and deflecting spinners as he went, and leaped towards the Suukorak, blasting another jet of air behind him. As he did so the Suukorak tried to let off a spinner. Lesovikk responded by pushing the air around the Suukorak down, slamming it into the roof with enough force to stun it. He landed beside the Visorak and pointed his sword at its head. “Stop attacking or this one dies!” Lesovikk shouted to the remaining Visorak. They did not understand the words, but they understood the tone and the meaning. The Visorak hesitated, analyzing the situation. They were not fearful of this tall Matoran, nor did they hold much obligation to the Suukorak. But this newcomer had just taken down over two thirds of the Visorak squad in a matter of minutes. They didn’t have the numbers, or enough knowledge about this enemy to know how to defeat him. So the remaining Visorak stood down. The battle was over.

Alright this is the review/comment topic for my story: Of Rahi and Toa. So go ahead and start reviewing/commenting! Note: The ECC review below is from a while back when my story was still being edited. I have since finished editing, so most of the problems mentioned below should have been fixed.

Chapter: 2 Several hours ago: A large group of nearly thirty Visorak moved across the Silver Sea of Protodermis. Most were on small rafts, while the Boggarak simply skated across the water. For the other five breeds it was hard not to be a bit jealous. They were all heading for one place: a relatively small island to the south of the southern continent, quite far from any other inhabited land. They had been instructed to head to the island in secret, which meant that they had stayed well away from any continent, island or other sea-going vessels, and had kept silent. Even now when they were far from land, the Visorak were silent. They dared not speak, lest they betray their presence. It was not that the Visorak were scared of anything they might come across, it was that they were afraid of what their mistress would do to them if they failed. They hadn’t encountered any ships and had managed to stay clear of all continents and islands, which was an impressive feat because Visorak are not very good at manning boats or steering them. Whether it was destiny or luck, they were now coming up on the island. This made them more excited and a few Keelerak and Vohtarak even shouted their enthusiasm. This action was met with little resistance from the lead Suukorak. Now that they were close to the island, it didn’t matter very much. After all, it thought, with the island’s inhabitants soon to be cocooned, what was the harm in letting them hear us coming. But not cocooned yet, the Suukorak remembered, nothing must be done to the island’s inhabitants until later. As they reached the island the small fleet of rafts veered to the right. The Suukorak had been briefed on what to do. They were to land in the island’s forested area, then capture the village and its Matoran occupants. The Suukorak had never actually seen a Matoran before, but had been told that they were small and timid. Not a match for a Visorak, it had thought. When the rafts reached the shore the Boggarak pulled them up. As the Suukorak disembarked it noticed a small boat that had been dragged to the edge of the forest. Good, thought the Suukorak. For one small boat had been mentioned in the briefing, and it signified that this was the right spot. Once all of the rafts had been secured and the Visorak had disembarked, they advanced. How to capture the village was up to the Suukorak. It had been shown what the village and the surrounding hills looked like, and theorized that the best way to attack was to surround the village. So the Visorak split into three groups. One would take the left side, one would take the right side, and the third would go straight down the middle. It had already been daylight for a few hours before the Visorak arrived on the island, so most Matoran were not asleep. An Onu-Matoran was the first to see them, and promptly ran yelling back to the village. It took all of the Suukorak’s commanding skills to get some of the Visorak not to go charging after him. Due to the Onu-Matoran’s frantic tale of what he saw, the Matoran were already aware of the Visorak when they entered the village and tried to make a stand against them. They threw tools, rocks, anything they could get their hands on as their village was surrounded. This effort did not hinder the Visorak, but one Vohtarak was infuriated enough to attempt to charge them and had to be restrained by two others. Then they closed in, corralling the Matoran, forcing them into the village center. In a short time, all of the Matoran were in one spot, completely defenseless. The Suukorak ordered a few Roporak to search the hills to see if any Matoran had not been in the village. Then it turned its attention to the assembled Matoran. The group of Visorak could just have cocooned all of the Matoran with very little effort, and most of them really wanted to do that. But they did not. The Suukorak and all of the other Visorak had their orders, not that they made much sense to them. They were supposed to keep the Matoran in the village and not let them escape. And most important of all, they were not to do anything to them yet. They were to wait for two days, and then they could wrap them up in webbing. The Suukorak knew the orders better than any other Visorak and tried to follow them to the letter, but it too found the temptation hard to resist. This was like torture for the Visorak. To let small helpless creatures be free, and not in cocoons, felt just wrong. But they didn’t do anything, for they feared the consequences if they disobeyed their orders. True, their mistress was not here right now, but she was very powerful and no Visorak knew the extent of her abilities. What if she could somehow know what they were doing right now? Most Visorak agreed that it was not worth the risk. The Roporak returned with three Matoran in tow, who were soon in with the rest. Now came the hardest part of all for the Visorak, the waiting. They had to wait for a whole two days before they could get their mandibles on the Matoran, and they quickly got restless. With nothing to do they resorted to patrolling, then idly wandering, then fighting to see who was stronger. This distracted them for a while, but not completely. The Matoran were still there, just begging to be webbed up. Then one of the Boggarak suggested that they just cocoon the Matoran now and say that they waited. This idea went over quite well with most of the Visorak. The Suukorak could almost not believe it. How could they consider abandoning their orders? it thought. But deep down, it felt the same way. Why don’t we just web up the Matoran now? said a voice in its head. No, we have to follow our orders! thought the Suukorak. Just then a Ta-Matoran decided to test his luck and tried to make a break for one of the exits. For the already unstable Visorak, this was too much of a temptation. A Keelerak bounded after the Matoran, followed closely by a Vohtarak and an Oohnorak. They got him before he could escape, and made sure he would never try anything ever again. The Suukorak and a few other Visorak shrieked in anger. How could they just ignore their orders like that? the Suukorak thought as it went to confront the Keelerak. Within a few seconds the two were fighting. It was vicious, but it didn’t last long, because a new element had entered the picture. One of the Boggarak shot a spinner at an emerald and lime armored being up on the hills, who jumped out of the way. This was the beginning of the end for this group of Visorak.

Oh wow I won! I can't believe it I only just found out just now (well actually 20 min ago, but still now-ish) I dont know what to say, except thank you so much! It is truly an honour to have you guys think my story is good. And congratulations to Creep (I quite liked your story, though it was sad) and Karzahni (I though you did a very good job doing Teridax and Takanuva), and everyone else that participated

Here is my entry for the Lesovikk hiatus contest! In total the story has 14,338 words in it (although a few of those could be dashes that I missed). Have fun reading it, and feel free to post any comments or reviews here. Of Rahi and Toa By Pikiru Chapter: 1 Lesovikk rowed across a seemingly endless sea of Liquid Protodermis, rapidly losing his patience. Every stroke of the oars in his small craft made him feel more frustrated. Where can these islands be, he thought, starting to wonder if the information he had gotten was wrong. He tried his best to push these thoughts aside. He needed to check every island, every possibility. There could still be some way to get them back, he thought as he did another stroke of the oars for what felt like the thousandth time. I need to keep going. After that band of monstrous Zyglak had killed his team around 23 thousand years ago, he had gone back to his home village, stricken with grief. However when he got there he found that his Turaga had gone insane, and all the Matoran who had lived there were gone. All of his friends who he had talked with, explored with, and laughed with, were now gone to… he knew not where. When he asked the now-mad Turaga about their absence, he learned that all the Matoran had been sent to the realm of Karzahni. It was almost too much for him. First his entire team was killed before his eyes, and now his entire village was gone. But he found the will to continue. Despite his grief he went on, because he needed to rescue his friends. After his team was killed, he had lost all purpose. He felt that he was not worthy to be a Toa. A real Toa would not have hesitated, he thought, a real Toa would have acted sooner. He still felt that way, but now he had a purpose. He would get his friends back, no matter what it took. So Lesovikk set off for the realm of Karzahni. On his journey there he traveled far, saw many lands, and encountered many things. He had also set himself one other task while he travelled: to redeem himself. In his mind he felt that he was to blame for his teammates’ deaths as much as the Zyglak. So he helped out whenever he could. Not just because he felt he needed to make up for his failure, but because now there were seven less Toa in the world, and he was trying to make up for that. On his journey he saved countless Matoran, helped a wounded Tahtorak, and drove off a swarm of Kinloka. He also met a Toa of Magnetism, who taught him some very important lessons. Eventually, after much travel, he came to the land of Karzahni. But he could not get in. Every time he tried he was pushed out, or worse, by the hordes of Manas that guarded the area. After days of failing to get in he decided to go to the lands nearby to get help, or better weapons than just a sword. The Skakdi of Zakaz had no interest in helping. The Xiaians were more than happy to give him weapons, provided he could pay for them. As a wandering Toa with nothing more than a sword he didn’t have anything of much worth. The island of Selt was not much better. So he kept wandering, still helping out wherever he could, and trying to find any way of getting past the Manas. The Toa of Magnetism, Jovan was his name, had taught Lesovikk many things, but one of the most important was that knowledge was a sharper weapon than a sword. So at every village he came across he asked about the Manas. Not many beings knew much about them. Only that they were too powerful for a single Toa to defeat. That was not good enough for Lesovikk. So he kept on searching. He went to every place he heard about, to see if anyone knew anything about them. After a while he learned of two chains of unexplored islands to the south of the southern continent. Barely anyone knew about these islands, and anyone that did had never set foot on them. What if someone on one of those islands, if there was anyone there, knew something about the Manas? The possibility was good enough for him. The main problem then was getting a boat. Most traders Lesovikk encountered would not give him a boat to make such a journey, fearing that their boat would be lost, and the ones that did asked a very large sum. Eventually, after he saved a village of Matoran from a group of rampaging Tarakava, their Turaga gave him a boat to use for his journey. It was small; it could barely fit two Matoran, let alone a Toa. This was the boat he sat in now. Lesovikk cursed and put down the oars. He had been traveling for what felt like days. What I would give for a larger craft, he thought, maybe some sort of sky board or sea sled, or even just a larger boat. He chuckled sadly, yeah, like that’s ever going to happen. His arms ached and he seemed no closer to anywhere. What I would give for just a simple sail. He hadn’t thought to ask for a sail, thinking that the journey would not have been this long. With one he could command the air to move the boat, but without one his power was useless. Or maybe I could, he thought, a smile coming to his lips for the first time in the day. He put down the oars and concentrated, telling the air over the water to move forward. After a little while his plan worked. The Silver Sea started to ripple as waves ran across it, slowly edging the boat forward. Lesovikk increased the wind speed and soon the boat was moving faster and faster, being pushed by the waves. This is the way to travel, he thought as his boat rushed forward. It wasn’t as efficient as a sail, but it worked. Then he saw it. Away to his left, creeping into view, was an island. It didn’t look very large, but it was an island nonetheless. Lesovikk grabbed one of the oars and used it as a rudder, slowly changing the boat’s direction. He shifted the wind as well, pushing his craft on its new course. He was gaining on the island fast, his boat still riding the waves. As he got closer he released his grip on the winds, gently slowing the boat down. Once the boat was close to shore he jumped out and pulled it onto a tan-colored beach. Up close the island actually looked quite big. Just past the sandy beach was a large row of hills. They were misshapen and looked as if there might be paths running through them. To the right of the hills was a large wooded region, draped in moss. To the left the hills continued and at their end, on top of the largest hill, rose a tall structure made of rock. Less of a mountain, more of a stone obelisk that went up and up and looked like it could touch the sky. It seemed as if it had been there for centuries, which was surprising because it looked like it could fall at any moment. When Lesovikk took a closer look he saw that there was indeed a path that wound up into the hills. So I am not alone here, he thought. Someone made this path. As Lesovikk clambered up it he realized that the path was made for Matoran-sized beings, though he could still walk in it with ease. As he reached the top he saw that the row of hills curved around, forming a giant C shape, with the forest at the mouth and the stone pillar across from it. The inside of the hills was quite steep and there seemed to be only a handful of paths down to the center. But what really caught Lesovikk’s eye was a village in the center of the hills, what looked like a Matoran village. It was small and seemed to have no more than twenty huts. It was surrounded on every side by a ring of walls, with only a few openings. What caught his attention even more than the village, though, was what was crawling inside it. The village was infested with fearsome spider-like creatures. They had four legs and a pair of large vicious mandibles. There were six types, each which a different color, and they all seemed to have a Rhotuka launcher on their backs. Lesovikk had seen his share of spider-like Rahi, but he hadn’t seen anything like these before. Though he did not know their name, that three-syllable word would come to be known with fear: Visorak. There were Matoran in the village as well, but they looked like they were being held captive by the creatures. To Lesovikk, these Rahi seemed to be organized, not just your run-of-the-mill group of beasts. They also seemed restless, unsure of what to do. Then, as Lesovikk watched, one Ta-Matoran attempted to escape. He ran towards one of the openings in the village wall, but never made it. Three Visorak were on him in a second, and that was the last sight he ever saw. The other Visorak shrieked in response, in a way Lesovikk took to mean encouragement. That’s it, Lesovikk thought. He would not see a village of Matoran treated this way. He scanned his surroundings, looking for the best spot from which to attack. As he looked around a fight broke out in the Visorak ranks. They must be fighting over who can make the next kill, Lesovikk thought darkly. Then one of the blue Visorak saw him and launched a Rhotuka spinner in his direction. Lesovikk highly doubted it was a Naming Day gift, and quickly jumped out of the way. It struck a plant nearby on the hills, and turned it to dust. Lesovikk looked at the dust for a moment, then back at the creature. All right, thought Lesovikk as he unlimbered his Air Sword, now it’s my turn. The battle had begun.

That is quite an interesting idea. From what you have told me he could probably have a team of secret Toa Hagah, though I am still not certain. I would still advise you to talk to Legolover, he could answer your questions better than I could.

I guess it depends on which Makuta knows about the team. If they are a high ranking Makuta I would think that it is more possible, where as with a lower ranking Makuta maybe less possible. I am not sure if 4 characters would be too much. All it says is "kept to a minimum". You might want to PM Legolover-361 and ask him.

I don't know. You are allowed to introduce new characters but you need to keep them to a minimum so six (assuming its six Toa) might be to much. If you did they would probably not be accepted into canon. I am not sure if the brotherhood would have a secret Hagah team, but this is fanon so I think they could. Sorry if this does not help much.

Ok here is my story Member Name: Pikiru Theme: Broken Mask Word Count: 724 Link to Story and Title: Fractured Time

This is my entry in the Fortnightly Flash Fiction Contest: Broken Mask. It is 724 words long. Hope you like it Fractured Time By Pikiru A lone being stood amidst the ruined shell of a universe, the fabric of reality being torn apart around him. Not that this being actually stood, it was hard to stand in a world where time was fractured, or was truly alone. There were millions of other beings out there, but he could not reach them. He could only hope that by some chance he might run across someone in the vast infinite reaches of time. The being closed his eyes as a wave of temporal energy washed over him, sending him spiraling through the past, present and future all at once, for there was no longer any difference between them. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes even tighter as the force of time overwhelmed him, every part of his body both aging and growing younger. His entire being was ravaged by the complexities of time. This was what he lived in now. Almost every moment of his life was spent being buffeted by waves of energy, hurling him through the fabric of existence. For him to stay in one place, and more importantly one time, for more then a few seconds was a miracle. He was not sure he would ever get used to the sensation. The universe was being broken and smashed to bits, then reformed anew and then once again shattered. The universe was completely destroyed, and yet was still whole in a way. And this being was the cause of it all. His name is Vakama, and he and the rest of the universe are forever more trapped in time. It hadn’t always been like this. Time was once whole and flowed in a simple straight line. Vakama had once been a red armoured wielder of fire. He had lived in an island city, but that city was threatened and he, along with his five teammates, had been called upon to defend its population. As he drifted through every second of existence Vakama often thought about his five teammates, whether they had made it to the island above, and whether they had escaped this fate. What if time was only broken inside the domes, and outside of them time still flowed normally. Vakama had no way of ever knowing the answer to this question, now that all of eternity existed at once. For a split second Vakama stopped spinning through time and as he opened his eyes he saw his home city, both incredibly old and incredibly new at the same time, and he hoped beyond hope that its population and his friends were safe. As another wave engulfed him he shut his eyes again. He had learned that keeping your eyes open while time enveloped you was tempting madness. After many victories and defeats Vakama and his team of Toa had succeeded in saving the cities population and taking them away from danger. But Vakama had gone back in search of a mask that held all the power of time with in it. He had found it, but Makuta tried to take it for himself. Vakama had confronted The Master of Shadows and threatened to destroy the mask and release the force of time within to save the universe from his tyranny. Makuta had tried to kill him then, but Vakama was faster. He smashed the mask to pieces, and time exploded. At that point the fabric of reality was drastically shifted. Every moment of time existed both at once and separately. Time was broken, the mask was broken, and the universe would never be the same, or completely whole, ever again. This is the world where Vakama now lives, adrift in time like a boat without a rudder caught in a storm. It is impossible to tell how long it has been since the mask was fractured, for every moment has an equal chance of happening at any point. To save the universe from the rule of Makuta, Vakama ended everything. It is unlikely that the universe will ever go back to the way it was, because the shattered pieces of the mask are lost in the vast reaches of time and cannot be found again. So Vakama can only fly through time, and hope that this is a better alternative than living under the rule of The Master of Shadows.

Not bad at all! I would never have thought of doing the contest this way By the way the second time Makuta speaks I think theres a mistake: I don't know what that Protodermis to us, puny Toa, but it appears our forms have been intertwined. I think you might want to add a "did" in there

I think so. The names might be considered, but I don't know for sure. Its probably best to assume that the names wont be canonized, because thats the most likely outcome. Hope this helps

Actually I think that Jaller gave Pewku back to Orkahm, so happily she is still petted (although Orkahm doesn't really seem like the petting type).

Yes! I was really hoping for an answer like this . It does make sense for their telepathic powers to work better and go farther the more they concentrate. Thanks Actually its for my story that I am going to enter in the Lesovikk hiatus contest, so I want it to be as accurate as I can get it. Thats true that there are many ways for Teridax to send his message to Roodaka and Sidorak. Maybe all Makuta have powerful telepathic powers, but they are not strong to communicate over very very large distances without using another technique in conjunction with their telepathy. I do not have a scan of the page but here is the bit: '"I need you to send your thoughts into Icarax's mind," she hissed "Any thoughts. Screams. Babble. Anything so he does not pick up on what I am sending to Vamprah.” Mutran nodded. That seamed relatively safe—safer, at any rate, then saying no to an enraged Gorast. “Then do it now.” Mutran sent a telepathic wave of white noise at Icarax. As he did so, Gorast sent a mental message of her own to Vamprah.’ Hope that helps and sorry that I did not reply sooner.

My question is this: how powerful is a Makuta’s telepathic ability? Because in Legends 11: The Final Battle Mutran uses his telepathic ability to send gibberish at Makuta Icarax. But in the 2004/2005 saga Makuta Teridax uses his telepathic ability to contact Sidorak and Roodaka, but it is never mentioned how far away they were. It is quite probable that they were both at least a kio away. Is this longer reaching telepathy common for all Makuta, or does only Teridax have that ability and all other Makuta have telepathy similar to what Mutran displayed? Biosector01 only mentions that the Makuta have telepathic powers, but does not say the extent of their power. I really hope that all Makuta have quite powerful telepathy (it works very well with a story I am writing), but I am not sure which is correct .

That is a very good story! It is very well written and you portrayed Lesovikk's sadness very well. Also I like the personality you gave Jovan. Overall I would give you a 8.5 out of 10. Good luck in the contest

Great story I did thing that it was a bit confusing at the beginning, but the rest of the story was good. Also it is never mentioned that there is a black Ziglak, but its Fanon so there could be.

I mean it does not make sense. In all six Toa Hordika you have this little flimsy left arm and this perfectly sized right arm (that even has a gear function!). The right arm works brilliantly, so why did the Lego designers put in a Toa Mata leg for the left arm instead of the same design as in the right one? I don’t think there is any story significance to the Toa Hordika having small left arms. Were the designers only allowed to use a certain amount of pieces for the Toa Hordika so they made the arm just one piece? I have no idea; hopefully someone can shed some light on this.

I think it all depends on how skilled Spiriah was with manipulating Elemental Powers. Judging from what happened to the Skakdi and the discussion between Mutran and Chirox about his Rahi in the formers chronicle, I would say that Spiriah is not very skilled. Also I have a theory. There are a lot more Toa that have the six regular Elements that there are Toa that have the power of Sonics or Magnetism. So maybe the more rare Elements are more hard to create or take more time to create, even possibly for the Great Beings. If Spiriah was just starting out experimenting with Elemental Powers, he would probably start with the more ease ones first. So I think it all boils down to whether or not Spiriah was skilled enough to do other Elements, or had enough time to do them before the Skakdi revolted.