Quisoves Potoo

No. Teridax is just Greg's WoW character.

Puritan!

A madu plant by any other name would be just as explosive.

I will always have a place in my heart for Teridax, though I'm bound to be biased towards him because of my love for Bionicle. But I do think that he was, per his reinvention in Time Trap, a far more interesting character than most super-villains, not that that's necessarily saying much. But I think he was remarkable for being a villain who was simultaneously palpitable and likeable and yet also obviously arrogant, deceitful, manipulative, and malicious. A bit like some Doctor Who villains.

In fact, I many of my favorite villains come from Doctor Who. One of my favorites, though he isn't a so much a villain as an antagonist, is the Meddling Monk. He, like Teridax, underwent a re-invention, thanks to the Big Finish Eighth Doctor audio adventures, resulting in an incarnation of the character (brilliantly played by Graeme Garden) who possesses the core of the character, a renegade Timelord who wants to better history regardless of his means of doing so, and added an intelligence, eloquence, and suaveness that the original lacked. He is fascinating because his goals are so like those of the Doctor and yet so different.

In the event that BNG is resurrected in a form which requires script-writing, I'd be up for the job. Movies did seem to be one of the main focuses of the project, and the proposed "Dark Mirror" adaptation was intriguing.

I give you a "Krataana," which gives you a vision about the all the actions that will take place in this mad Mask-stealing frenzy some fifty-posts hence. I take the mask while you are experiencing the vision and leave.

My Mask.

Due to Quisoves not actually taking the mask, I simply pick it up and slip away on my small warpship, jumping at unimaginable speeds to a galaxy far far away. There, I land on a nice little tropical planet, and take a vacation, with the mask still in my ship, stored within a pocket dimension which cannot be accessed by anyone but me.

 

My mask... for now.

You err. It was Fekoro who did not take the mask. Therefore, you simply have the fake with the (mostly) powerless djinii. I hope you enjoy the works of Joyce.

The mask, as it has been for several posts now, is mine.

Ah, but the Mask you have is really a fake, home instead to a (mostly) powerless Djinii who loves the works of James Joyce. He proceeds to talk you blue-in-the-face. He then hypnotizes you and makes you order your Fohroks to imprison you in an antimatter universe (don't worry, you were converted to anti-matter beforehand.) You now must have your ear talked-off by a delusional Galifreyian engineer who made timetravel possible and who specializes in making deadly blobby dalek/gummy thingies and bipedal skeltoid chicken-like creatures. Best of luck!

And that, my good sir, is why must always end your posts here with something to the effect of "My mask!"

I awake, now unfused from the Leprechaun. Now thoroughly not Irish, I am once more attuned to the whereabouts of the blood of Scottishmen (twas' so unpleasant having the Scot in me suppressed by that fusion.) I convince the guard that my possession of the Ignika is a necessary for the defeat of the Dark Hunters and the Brotherhood of Makuta, so he loans me a vortex manipulator and fakes my death. Using my Scot-detecting abilities (which I concentrate by reciting Robert Burns' "To a Mouse") I arrive at your location on the Lost Moon of Poosh. Using my Venusian alkido, I overcome you like the tim'rous beastie you are. I then use my vortex manipulator to land myself at the Festival of Ghana in 1996. IT'S A TRAP! The Mask is mine!

Well, why bother trying to find the real mask when you can blow everyone to bits. I take it you aren't Irish, Kopaka's Kool Kompanion. Mind you, I wouldn't have a drop if Irish blood if I hadn't fused myself to a leprechaun. Anyway, I use my powers of concentration to temporarily (ha-ha) to bend the fabric of time and space, and travel to the Museum of Kanohi on Terratalia in the year 5,000,000,000,002. There, I scan the records on the Ignika, up to immediately after the point at which I lost it. Using my newfound information, I travel back in time and space to confront McStudz on his holiday in San Diego, where I slip a sedative into his drink as he is dining on Italian food. After he is unconscious, I steal the Kanohi and then concentrate, sending McStudz through space and time, smack-dab into the middle of the court of Frederick the Great of Prussia. The Emperor is not amused by your abrupt interruption. But, that is your problem, I am over three centuries and over seven-thousand miles away. And the mask is mine!

EDIT: Oh my giddy aunt! Contradictory versions of events. Oh well, I'll just have to accept that it's wibbly-wobly-timey-wimey.

so how would the Skrall and bone hunters follow a unkown being they just seen,? did he threaten them?

They followed him for the same reasons that many other Dark Hunters do. They want glory or booty or the thrill of combat, or some such thing. The Skrall were without a strong leader (if any of them were being led at all in the wilderness,) and the Bone Hunters are bandit-nomads. Both groups would likely welcome the chance to more efficiently plunder and conquer.

Good to know; I can at least add a sidebar comment clarifying that that's evidence my version may not be possible canonically (depends on how pervasive of an invasion it was, though).

It destroyed the original Great Temple, which, according to BS01 "Prior to the Great Cataclysm... was a popular tourist destination for Matoran." So it seems like its destruction and the circumstances thereof would be pretty well known.

Though as discrepancies go, it's a very minor one, with little actual bearing on the plot. And the Protocairn invasion of Metru Nui is somewhat obscure, as facts go. I primarily remember it because it actually makes determining the age of one of the major characters of Bionicle easier (beings who were created at the dawn of the Matoran Universe are, of course, quite easy to date, but the ages of others are much more ambiguous.)

I have to agree with those who are saying it's more likely that there was already some kind of underlying disagreement and this led to both the war and to their later differences, not that the war caused those differences. Think about it -- you don't just go to war on a whim and then later think of being angry (or whatever) at the other side, although it certainly may deepen such divides.

 

Now since this is obviously something my retelling had to deal with (at least since I chose to assume these characters were even alive at the time -- which I don't know that we know), I'm going to do something I haven't yet done and use spoiler tags. Don't read if you don't want to know yet how my story handles it (just the basic idea though, there's still plenty I'm not spoiling).

 

 

 

You're also assuming these particular characters agreed with the war or gave into the antagonistic sentiments. But as I was writing my story, it felt far more true to them to have them be working together across the sides to end what was patently obviously an entirely stupid endeavor, helping give early hints to why these six would later become heroes. Although it is not quite that simple and I do agree there may be some truth to this, but what I'm saying is, you probably have it backwards. Most likely the war brought them closer together, especially the end of the war, and these differences were just the natural personality clashes that were just coming out more now that they were starting to work directly together.

 

 

 

Some other things to keep in mind. Your characterization of who was for/against who sounds good at first glance, but there are some problems with it. The two primary enemies of the war were Ta and Po, yet Onewa and Vakama spent a lot of time working together when the Toa paired off (keeping their eyes on Nuhrii and Ahkmou). Onewa's distrust of Vakama probably had a lot more to do with his apparently being a little nuts when he had his visions, and it was often more of friendly teasing than actual antagonism. In the Visorak Saga, Vakama seemed to equally snap at Nokama, supposedly his closest ally, as any of the others (prior to capture by the Vissies). Le was versus Ta and Ga, yet it was Matau who was able to convince Vakama to return from the "dark side", and he "had a crush on" (officially wanted to be close friends with) Nokama.

It's probably too late for you to change this in your story, for what it's worth Time Trap rather suggests that Vakama is young as Matoran go.

A wizened Alpha-Centaurian steps forth. "My worthy assembled senators, the Ignika has been proposed as a solution to our woes. 'Fools!' I say, 'fools and blind.' The Ignika could vanish from existence, and our galaxy would not be a jot more peaceful. It is but a plaything for the powerful and perverse. They care not for the dignity of other beings. The Ignika is simply a focus of their malicious aims. Remove it, and they will find a new focus. They will not cease sowing the seeds of woe until they can be made to see the light or they are constrained for their crimes. Therefore, I beg of you, do not waste the resources of the government, do not squander the money of tax-paying citizens. We must hound these knaves who would ground us underfoot for sport. We WILL do so, and we shall not rest until our aim is achieved!"

The Kingdom and Dark Mirror were nice, but when Makuta The White and Takanuva the Dark are battling against each other whit Mjölnirs, you know that those realities doesn't make any sense.

Exactly why do a Terridax who never became evil and a Takanuva drained of his light fighting not make sense? Strangeness is different from nonesensicality.

I use a mask of fusion to fuse myself to a Leprechaun. I proceed to appear in front of you ex caelorum and swipe the Ignika too swiftly for you to react. I begin to run in a circle, faster and faster, until I I am a blur. I slow down, but when I do, there appear to seventy-nine of me, each holding his own Mask of Life and switching places with one of his neighbors every thirty-seconds. Ignikam habeo!

I'm sorry if I'm being too nitpicky, but this does seem to contradict "The Powers that Be."

Here are Velika's thoughts from that serial:

"The sight of Toa Lewa being dragged off by nature-loving Agori was at best a minor obstacle. If need be, he would effect a rescue in some indirect way before the Toa of Air could get into any real jeopardy. The Toa Mata were too important to have their lives sacrificed needlessly. Oh, they would die, eventually, but it would be at a time of his choosing."

Again, this is not literary criticism on my part, simply a note on the plot from which this follows. I mean no offense.

When I awake, I track you down with my Tirellian blue-footed Echidna, and bring the Spear of Fusion along (reconstructed from the ashes thanks to equipment I stole from McStudz's Super-Secret Lab(!)) I fire the spear at you and the Ignika, fusing you together. I then pick you up. My Kanohi/Ringabel!

I instigate a massive rebellion. The galaxy is in a state of civil-war. And the rebels are winning, thanks to the technical advice I gave them on genetically engineering the platypus into an uber tactician-cum-super soldier. Oh, and the incessant barrage of propaganda in the form of limericks, which so beguile the populaces they are aimed at that the members of said populaces start hosting perpetual Bingo-days in protest, effectively diverting materials and manpower that would otherwise have gone to the war-effort. Consequently, whatever legal protections you had are null and void in eighty-percent of the galaxy, including your own colony. Thus, I am able to overcome you with the aid of my trained cassowaries and take the Ignika. Then, by way of another tesseract, I leave for the Andromeda galaxy and enter the nation of Tyylredagrav, on the planet Uuuulllaaat.The mask is mine.

I don a spacesuit, and, using my handy-dandy physics pocket book, bend space so as to catch you. I also bring my best boxing kangaroo, who opens the box and gives the Ignika to me. Then, taking advantage of the ambiguities of language, he punches you with such force that you are knocked unconscious, and continue to fly through space for a good while, thanks to the general lack of any noticeable gravity and friction in the void. Ad mihi Ignika est!

Making use of the legendary Ear of Mu (I'm a boojum, after all,) I obliterate McStudz's aberrant timeline. The proper flow of events is restored, and the Mask is mine.

EDIT: Not for long, anyway.

But I am awakened by a vision of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I summon LANDSLIDES, which so overwhelm McStudz by their OCCURance that he is knocked unconscious and loses the Ignika. Additionally the LANDSLIDES damage the detonator in the lab, preventing it from exploding. I reclaim the mask. It is mine!

As you run, I appear in your way. I begin reading aloud from a tome containing the complete writings of Lewis Carrol (or, if you must, Charles Dodger.) My manxome intonations soon dispel all traces of McStudz's science. However, I continue to recite, doing so with increasing urgency and speed. Time has no meaning, matter seems to all be contracted to a span. There is only colorful snibbishnish. Out of this apparates a mighty figure, the Reverend himself, the mighty Carrol. The snibbishness has become hoteshtonality! Lewis Carrol freezes you with his ultish gaze, and nods, giving assent to my acquirement of the Kanohi Ignika. I rise, and advance towards your limp form. As I do so, a mankind enters a renaissance, Chro, Ringabel, and McStudz have a scintillating seminar on His Tawdriness Becomes his Emerald Kite, the greatest book never written by Emmanuel Dimitry Tandberg, Kopaka's Kool Kompanion saves the Speckled Howling-Kiwi population of New Wala Wala, and the Muaka cat joins a traveling showboat, and becomes first a renknowned performer, then a gentlemen, and then the respected owner of an Origami Tiger company. I, newly energized with the knowledge that I have become a boojum, grab the the mask, chortling. You pass from consciousness. When you come to, the only evidence of the occurrences you witnessed is the lack of the mask and my voice, which seems to come from everywhere at once, echoing "My good sir, I believe that mask belongs to me."

Right; I wasn't saying they didn't have contingencies for it, but apparently they didn't have the kind of contingency Kung Fu Pyro was talking about. Which is still a little odd.

What I should have added is that, it seems to me, the use of the pilots suggests that the Great Beings did not want to build an auxiliary core-processor. Why they did not want to do so is, as you said, odd given what we know. They did, plan, after all, to build a second robot of Mata Nui's type. My best guess, given what I know, is that they considered the situation too urgent for them to take the time to build the extra core processor. On a side note, why was it so imperative that Mata Nui control the second robot? Why did the Great Beings not plan to create another intelligence to pilot it?

 

Switch out spinning pins to spinning rims and we've got ourselves one sweet Bionicle show

Except we would have to have the Agori invent the wheel.

 

I think they've already done that.

 

You're right, it IS odd, because in most of the rest of the story they are portrayed as practically being obsessed with contigency systems. Red Star (both the revival system and the Toa-izing beam), Marendar, etc. Odd as well that I don't recall anybody bringing this up before.

 

I believe that the Great Beings did have a contingency plan for the Core Processor failing. They placed two Glatorians in suspended animation, to be awakened to pilot the Great Spirit should the Processor fail. However, said pilots were killed in the Great Cataclysm, suggesting that the Great Beings were quite confident that Mata Nui would not crash into a celestial body. However, the full sapience of the Great Spirit's inhabitants was not taken into account.

That was one of the rules from the start, actually: no paper, no wheels. I'd say the ban did a pretty great job of making BIONICLE weird and unlike anything we knew. It's actually difficult for me to imagine Toa using paper at all.

After all, why waste perfectly good stone?

This is a masterwork of building, use of pieces, and photography. Bravo!

The Brothers Brick seems to think so too. In fact, I first saw it on there.

I tip my hat to you.

The entire team got their butts kicked by the piraka (who then were defeated by a novice team).

"Forewarned is forearmed." The Inika were somewhat more aware of the danger they were heading into than the Toa Nuva, as the latter group had not returned. Furthermore, unlike the Toa Nuva, who encountered all the Piraka before they encountered the Resistance, the Inika only encountered Vezon before meeting Garan. Matoro would have been enslaved were the Inika not immune to the effects of Antidermis. Additionally, I believe that the Inika never actually defeated the Piraka in battle (though they came close the first time round.) Correct me if I'm wrong.

EDIT: There are, I think, five total battles in which the Inika fought multiple Piraka. The first was the battle at the Piraka Stonghold, as detailed in Power Play, in which Hakann and Thok, both of whom had stolen Brutaka's power, emerged victorious over all other combatants. The second, also in Power Play, was the battle of Thok and Hakann against each other and against the Toa Inika and the other Piraka. This battle ended with a stalemate of sorts, the Toa Inika successfully restoring Brutaka's power to him and everyone being knocked unconscious by Hakann and Thok (who were themselves knocked unconscious by the Inika's zamor sphere which they used to restore Brutaka's power.) The next battle, detailed in Inferno, took place beneath the surface of Voya Nui and ended in victory for the Piraka. The next battle, also in Inferno, ended with the Toa Inika pursuing the Ignika up the 777 stairs. The final confrontation between the Inika (now Mahri) and the Piraka took place in Downfall, and would have ended in the deaths of the Mahri, but for the defeat of the Piraka by Axonn.