-Original Topic Asked to be Closed Prior to the Start of this Topic- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I started writing a three-part story last year, with a ton of tie-ins to minor stories, but there were too many storyline errors to have it tie in with the canon BIONICLE story. So I'm now rebooting the story within my own universe, allowing for no continuity bumps. -Introduction- Sandstorm started out as a Matoran, like any other Toa. But unlike most, whose lives were filled with knowledge, exploration, and regular everyday tasks, his life was a back-alley adventure of danger. Always on the lookout for a job that would keep him alive and well, be it clean or not. He was often hunted by the Vahki, he was caught once. But, because of a stroke of pure luck, he got away. He took a job one day for an old coot who lived on the outskirts of Po-Zadia, he was handed an orange stone with a soft glow, and was told to take it to the Toa Suva for a friend to pick up. When he got there, Vahki were everywhere. He had to use stealth to get inside. But stealth wasn't exactly Sandstorm's strong suit, he almost got caught by a patrol of the robotic peacekeepers on his way in. Once he was inside, he dropped the stone where he was told to, and right as he was leaving, Vahki swarmed in. Sandstorm had no choice but to see what that glowing stone could do. He quickly threw it into the Suva and ducked for cover, hoping that it would explode. For a second, the suva glowed brightly, but then faded back to its original dim state. He was caught by the Vahki and thrown into jail for breaking and entering, among other crimes that he had committed. One day, while he was cursing Mata Nui for putting him in a place like this, a bolt of light shot though the only window on the wall. Sandstorm tried to dodge it, but the light followed him wherever he went. He finally gave up and allowed himself to be hit by the light, knowing that death would be better than living in a cell. But he didn't die, he actually felt stronger. Other changes had also taken place, he had grown taller, his Kanohi Kiril could now regenerate natural substances, and the small rock that he used to carve tally marks into the wall had transformed into an elegant spear. With a smug grin on his face, he backed against the cell door, and charged forward. He broke through the cell wall and found himself in a free fall above the ocean. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors, or if there is anything that should be rewritten.