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  1. The rumour I came across suggested this alleged set will just be a Gift With Purchase product that will be available from Lego's online store sometime early next year. Assuming it's true, I wouldn't view this as any kind of triumphant return for the theme, and certainly not confirmation of a full line. Just a belated nod to Bionicle's anniversary, or a small gesture to appease all of the people who voted for Bionicle in the fan vote/keep making Bionicle Ideas projects. Of course, with Lego seemingly leaning back into CCBS a little bit with the new Spiderman buildable figures, this also could be Lego testing the waters to see if there's interest enough to implement a full Bionicle-alike or constraction-adjacent line in future.
  2. This is only accurate in the sense that Greg also regularly changed and contradicted things he'd previously established. Although in his case it's less rewriting the lore to make it more concise, and more him forgetting just stuff he's said before and tripping himself up. I have great respect for Greg and his involvement with the theme, but I feel like everyone forgets that Greg was just one member of a larger story team, and he wasn't even the main writer in the beginning. We're at a point now where Bionicle has lost a lot of its magic and mystery specifically due to Greg canonising and clarifying things unnecessarily, long after the theme was over.
  3. IC: T’harrak – The Battle Of Fort Garsi It took a few seconds for T’harrak to make sense of what happened next. The ranks of incoming riders began to skitter and slide, falling – or flying? – from their saddles. The sight made slightly more sense when Jojax came slamming into the wall a second later, shouting all the while: Ahuum and Seeker were magnetising the barrier. It was a small disruption to the enemy advance, but it forcefully brought an unwanted degree of extra enemy attention bearing down on the barrier, and came nowhere close to turning the tide. At this point, T’harrak realised, nothing would. Zanakra had flung her forces into the fray without any kind of plan or preparation. They didn’t have the numbers or firepower, and certainly not the coordination, to turn this slaughter into a success. Already, some of the dismounted riders were clawing or clambering over the wall, leaping down upon those sheltering behind it. One toothy Ta-Skak started to leer over directly above T’harrak, brandishing a brutal blade, and she fired her launcher on reflex, wincing as warm wetness rained down on her as a result. She had only a split second to process what she'd just done before the sounds of screeching tyres and scraping dirt caught her attention as one of the cycles circled wide, away from the worst of the magnetism, screaming past Sohmak’s attempt to intercept it and veering around the wall towards T’harrak and her companions. She flung herself out of its path, meeting with a bruised face and a mouthful of dirt as she dived headlong into the hard ground. She dazedly heard cries somewhere behind her as the bike collided with other Skakdi – her allies or her enemies, she wasn’t sure. The sounds were already being drowned out by the bending and buckling of metal as more Skakdi attackers broke through a section of the barrier further along, a pair of rahi riders wreathed in an aura of awful. As she forced herself to her feet, T'harrak's bleary eyes spotted Seeker among those still standing. “Get to Gashril and Sohmak,” she coughed as she staggered over to him, pointing past the barricade to where the two De-Skakdi were positioned, “We’re leaving. Without Zanakra.” For a brief moment, she looked into the Fe-Skakdi’s eyes, searching for some sign of judgement or indecision. She didn’t know him, didn’t know what to expect. She didn’t need to be told that her command was a craven one, a betrayal of everything they’d all agreed to when they’d entered Zanakra’s service. Her words were scarcely spoken, but already she could feel the guilt and shame of her disloyalty welling within her. But even those feelings were drowned out by a far stronger conviction, an unwavering certainty that this was the only chance for herself and the others to escape. T’harrak knew Zanakra well enough to understand that she was never going to give an order to retreat. Preoccupied as she was with her personal battle, she probably wasn’t even aware of the dire plight of her pawns. But someone had to make the call, or everyone here was going to die. And leaving the battle’s instigator to be captured or killed by the fighters of Fort Garsi was likely the only thing that might keep them from cutting down the others as they ran. “Retreat!” She called through the chaos, ducking as a wayward blade swung her way from one direction, crying out as a stray blast of something snagged her shoulder from another, scorching her armour, “Full retreat!” She hoped someone could hear her. She hoped they would listen. She didn't want to run alone. @Smudge8 @Sparticus147 @Zeal @ARROW404
  4. IC: Vazaria – Mashtet Fortress Midnight… Caana certainly had a flair for the dramatic. But Vazaria wasn’t going to object to an opportunity to squeeze in a few hours of rest before conflict was renewed. After getting her injuries seen to by the healer Rahkshi, she set off deeper into the dilapidated structure, searching for a side room where she could settle in for some sleep. Somewhere further away from any of the entrances seemed the ideal place, so that she’d have ample warning in the unlikely event that the fortress came under attack. She held her soulsword before her like a torch, its icy light casting shaky shadows across the battered brickwork and ailing illusions of the fallen fortress. After a few minutes of searching some of the side rooms, she came across a chamber that seemed suitable for her purposes, dim and windowless, with intact walls and a ceiling that didn’t look poised to drop on her head any second. Satisfied, she made her way inside and cast her light about, looking to get a better sense of what this chamber had once been. @Keeper of Kraata
  5. Yeah, I think the 2015 animations were all narrated by the one person. I'm pretty sure Gali had a female voice actress for Journey To One, though. Yeah. Even going back to the original Toa Mata, Lego at least went to the effort of giving each Gen1 set a unique individual weapon/tool. Whereas the Gen2 sets had a lot more overlap, especially the 2016 versions of the Toa who all used the same crystal blade piece.
  6. IC: Vazaria - Mashtet Fortress "There are hundreds, if not thousands, more kraata below," she replied, leaning back against the wall. "And the Rahkshi here had little reservations about sacrificing the ones they had during the battle. I don't think a few casualties more or less will matter much to Zataka." Zataka's instructions to her had simply been to "see to" the troubles on Hanaloi. There had been no restrictions on how she should do so, no stipulations about preserving her servants. Caana's plan was the swiftest way to drive away or destroy the enemy, and rob them of the resources they'd come so far for. Besides, if the black and brown rahkshi could restore Kraata that had been fossilised underground for untold millenia, healing burns seemed well within its purview. She yawned, blinking her bleary eyes. She'd worked through much of the previous day, and fought since nightfall. She was tired, but that surely meant the same was true of their opponents. "Besides, do we really have time to go around fetching lost kraata?" She looked to Caana, "Should we not strike swiftly, while our foes are still regrouping? The kraata and Rahkshi seem to prefer the shadows, and we still have ample time before sunrise." @Keeper of Kraata @Goose
  7. IC: Vazaria – Mashtet Fortress Vazaria knew better than most the pain flame could bring. She had felt its scorching caress on her skin, seen it consume all trace of her clan and kin… this was a good plan. “The well outside leads to tunnels down below,” she said. “That’s where the rest of the kraata are. There’s breathable air, and access to water. We can ride out the firestorm there, and secure the fortress once the smoke has cleared.” One concern still lingered, though: Askha. She had already faced the woman once, seen her drive and determination on full display. She didn’t strike Vaza as one to abandon her bid to reclaim her home. She turned to Somei. “You say you knew Askha. Even if we razed the island to ruin, would that be enough to actually stop her from trying to retake this place?” @Keeper of Kraata @Goose
  8. IC: Vazaria – Mashtet Fortress “But I’m-” her protest died in her throat. Was she here of her free will? She’d willingly offered herself into Zataka’s service, but Zataka had still infected her mask, dispelling her doubts and robbing her of reluctance. The fact that this woman had walked in with her mask unmarred could only mean that Zataka trusted her more than she did Vazaria. Her elation at having new allies was swiftly souring. She thought they were all equals under Zataka, but yet again she found herself the lackey of another master. Always the follower… What did it matter? This wasn’t about personal glory. It was about seeing Zataka’s will fulfilled. Still, she couldn't keep the barest hint of bitterness from creeping into her voice as she addressed Caana’s question. “There are hundreds more, but most of them are… dormant, for lack of a better word. The Rahkshi and I have been bringing them up from below for the healer to restore.” @Goose
  9. IC: Vazaria - Mashtet Fortress "Not mine, theirs," she gestured towards the Rahkshi, "They've occupied the fort since before I arrived. Zataka sent me to assist." @Goose
  10. IC: Vazaria – Mashtet Fortress “I'm here,” came Vazaria’s husky voice from behind Caana. Hobbling slightly on her wounded leg, one hand pressed to the gash on her forearm, the vulture made her way through the fortress’ ancient doors to join her newfound allies. With the Quick Healing Rahkshi preoccupied with tending to its own kin first, Vazaria had been waiting by the well, contemplating the scene she’d witnessed in the tunnels below. While she’d initially cared little about the specifics of what had befallen the Mashtet, Caana’s interest combined with her heated encounter with Askha had piqued her own curiosity about the lost tribe’s fate. History, it seemed, had a profound presence on this island. The Mashtet had built the fortress over the Rahkshi’s subterranean tunnels, the Rahkshi had taken it back, and now the surviving Mashtet sought to reclaim it in turn. The events of the next few days would likely decide if that cycle was to continue or cease. “It’s a pleasure to meet in person,” she said. “You had questions?” @Goose @Mel @Keeper of Kraata
  11. You'll know it if/when you see it. It'll be completely off-topic, probably trying to sell something, possibly not even in English.
  12. Makuta Antroz also canonically had a motorbike.
  13. IC: Minnorak - The Iron Mahi, First Passenger Car Behind the visor of his helmet, Minnorak’s brow furrowed. This Vortixx appeared… unwell. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed distracted, oblivious to the nature of the situation at hand and the implicit threat of an armed and armoured Vortixx blocking her path. At Kohra’s gesture for him to step aside, Minnorak instead widened his stance slightly and planted his feet, repositioning his shield and halberd to effectively block what little room in the aisle his bulky body wasn’t already occupying. If she tried to push past, he would push back. “Return to your seat,” he growled again, his tone far more forceful this time. “No one needs to get hurt today.” @Vezok's Friend @Tarn @oncertainty
  14. IC: Minnorak - The Iron Mahi, First Passenger Car As she stepped into the carriage, Kohra found the menacing mass that was Minnorak waiting, standing just a few bio back from the door. He narrowed his eyes at the newcomer through the angular eye-slits of his helmet's Rahkshi-styled faceplate, staring at her for a moment before speaking. He spoke just five words, in a tone both calm and commanding. "Return to your seat, please." He would only ask nicely once. @Vezok's Friend @Tarn @oncertainty
  15. IC: Savis – Onu-Wahi It had been a long time since Savis had set foot on a boat. Not since that night. The night the sea had swallowed their ship. The night their crew had been dragged to the depths. The night they’d nearly drowned. The night that they relived in every Dream. The languid lapping of the waves on the earth shoreline should have been a comforting sound to the former sailor. The waves were a companion almost as constant as their own shadow, one whose gentle song had lulled them to sleep on countless voyages. But now the soft sloshing of water was accompanied by screams that only Savis could hear. The final cries of the friends they’d failed to save. The shrill shrieks of the creature that had killed them. The wordless whispers of whatever awaited beneath the waves. They took a half-step towards the boat, then wavered, swiftly steadying themself and hoping no one had noticed. It’s just a boat. It’s just the water. It’s just… waiting… below. Rational thoughts held little power over the fear that was faltering them. Rationality had been banished the instant they’d started believing the Dreams were more than dreams. I came this far. I can't stop now. I need to understand. Try as they might, they couldn't bring their feet to budge a step further. They were unable to triumph over their trepidation, and so they glanced to their companions, silently hoping one of them could help dispel the dread by taking that first step aboard the boat. @Perp @Goose
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