Akavakaku

Kardas. Doesn't like guns, but is willing to make an exception for the really big ones.

My own theory for Pridak being a Visorakian (?) is that his powers come not from anger, but pride, which would work well with his aloof attitude, and his hatred for his downfall. With so little left to be proud of, he was severely weakened and desperate to return to the glory days.

I guess perhaps Guardian could be a tailless Frostlander, but it does seem like Axonn and Hydraxon should be of species older than the Barraki. Hydraxon could be a Steltian, while Axonn might just be his own thing. Greg never said Axonn had a species, as far as I know.

Wow... Not the ending I expected, but a good one. An easy victory, physically, but not so much morally. But what happens now, and will we learn the answers to some of the many questions brought up here? Will there be a sequel?

Mm, very nice writing so far. And I like the use of G1 names, although I'm still trying to swallow the idea of Dalu and Orkahm as villains. So this is kind of an Okoto divided between the skull warriors and the villagers, with monsters falling from the sky instead of Toa?

A very exciting comedy/drama piece, and I agree with the HHGG comparison. Could the log writer be who I think it is? Hmm, something to look forward to finding out!

Chapter 3 Lariska glanced out the window she had entered through and put a special computerized lens to her eye. The device automatically locked on to the airborne speck that was Jovan and traced out his trajectory, confirming that he was heading straight towards the Po-Metru street outside Lariska's hideout. Despite the utility of the lens, she felt a strong dislike for it. It took the risk, the challenge, out of tracking down a target. She would rather fail a mission by her own merit, unlikely as that was, than succeed because she had the better tools. The Dark Hunter flipped away from the window frame and alighted upon a ceiling beam, the impact silently dampened by her mechanized prosthetic arm. Her vision swept over the room, noting a lone Matoran who appeared to be in the process of crafting something. If Jovan chose to make his final stop in this building, a single Matoran would pose no risk to the ambush's success; it could only hinder the Toa. Now that all the possible ambush sites had been surveyed, all that remained was to wait for the target to arrive. He had already escaped unharmed from two attacks. Lariska's orders were to capture Jovan alive if possible, and if not, to kill him. At this point she would gladly let Krona turn him into a steaming puddle. This was the last Metru Jovan needed to visit, and unless he planned to make more trips to undefended locations it would only be more difficult to capture him later. Jovan landed in the street, curtly greeted the Matoran standing nearby, and headed towards Lariska's hideout. She now had only seconds to send Krona the signal. Lariska flicked the pebble she'd left on the windowsill into a grate in the ground outside. Now for the Matoran working in here. Killing him would be easy, but that wouldn't help bring in Jovan. Instead, Lariska dropped to the floor directly behind the Matoran and, before he could even cry out in surprise, put a short length of cloth over his mouth and a knife to his neck. "I'm not being paid to kill you," she growled, "so don't make me." ~~~ Jovan stifled his anxiety and walked purposefully towards Velika's workshop. If the Dark Hunters were still following him, so be it; his task was nearly complete. All he regretted was that if he was captured, his successors would have no one to train them. He knocked on the door, then pushed it open. "Velika?" The only sound in the building was the rumble of a large machine with a dim digital display. Jovan glanced at it and noted absently that it was indicating the properties of a protodermis sample. "Velika?" That Matoran at the Kanoka shop had said he would be here. Something was wrong. What was that in the back corner? "I'm sorry, Jovan, he's not available right now." Lariska was holding the terrified Po-Matoran at knife-point. Jovan drew his bayonet launcher and pointed it at the Dark Hunter, even though he knew it was a futile gesture. Lariska scoffed. "I'd slice him open before you could even pull the trigger." Velika's eyes widened even farther in fear. "Lower your weapon... before I get impatient." His gaze fixated on Velika, Jovan did as Lariska said. But he noticed that the Matoran's eyes were flickering methodically: to Jovan, to a large metal canister on the right, to Lariska, and then back to Jovan. After a moment he realized what the message was. But he had to act with the utmost caution. Jovan slowly and deliberately walked a few bio to the left, then sat down on a large crate. Lariska turned to follow his movements. "Well, it seems you have something I need." He raised his hand and pretended to inspect the armor on it. "Are you trying to negotiate, Toa?" Lariska stressed the last word by tightening her grip on Velika. "Tell me, what are your terms?" "Your unconditional surrender. Or your death." "I see. Rather flexible." Jovan's eyes flickered to the space above Lariska's head. "But I decline." He flipped over the canister which he had magnetically carried into position above her and solid protodermis granules poured out, each one expanding into a steaming mass of dry ice on contact with her armor. Lariska herself unwittingly shielded Velika from the downpour of Freeze protodermis, and he broke free of her rigid grip. But before he could flee to safety, Lariska managed to smash her icy shell and kicked him aside. His mask flew off and he landed motionless in a pile of disks. Jovan raised his weapon and fired a magnetic bolt at Lariska, who intercepted it with a thrown knife. The blade crumpled into a tiny metal ball from the magnetic force. Before Jovan could fire again, Lariska shouted, "Krona!" The floor between Jovan and Lariska exploded, and from it crawled an insectoid orange titan. "I've been looking forward to this, Jovan," Krona growled. Jovan smiled morbidly and aimed his bayonet towards the former Toa. "Good to see you again, sister." "I am no sister of yours!" Krona lunged forward at Jovan, mandibles bared. Jovan leapt straight up and used his mask to soar over her, taking him from the corner to the center of the room. Krona's momentum carried her into the wall, which she hit carapace-first. Brushing the last of the dry ice from her armor, Lariska threw a large black dagger at Jovan. He noticed it out of the corner of his eye and waved his arm to deflect it with magnetic force, realizing too late that it was unaffected. The glass knife hit a gap in his stomach armor, and he gasped in pain. Undamaged by the collision, Krona sucked in a lungful of air and exhaled a stream of hot plasma at Jovan, forcing him to defend himself with a magnetic barrier. It could block the plasma, but not the heat it radiated, so Jovan was forced to fall back. He glanced towards the disk pile where Velika had fallen, but Lariska was there, kicking disks aside in search, another black knife in hand. This was impossible! How could he defeat the Dark Hunters while still protecting Velika? They could attack at will, while he had to focus on defense. No, of course: that was the solution! Jovan ducked behind an overturned table to give himself a moment to gather his remaining elemental power. As soon as he felt he had recovered what he needed, he stood back up to see Kronia preparing another scalding blast. Rather than protect himself, though, he pulled hard with elemental power on Lariska, putting her directly in the path of the attack. Kronia gagged on her own plasma breath to avoid incinerating her ally. Meanwhile, Jovan spotted the brown of Velika's armor in the disk pile and leapt to his side, magnetically summoning his mask. He put it back on Velika's face and put the wrapped stone in his hand, then turned to see both Dark Hunters closing in on him. "Excellent." Krona's voice was scratcher, but that did not diminish its menacing tone. "We have our target AND the witness." "You won't take him!" Jovan couldn't see the code on the disk in Velika's hands, but he knew what it was. "No, Velika!" ~~~ "Excellent." Velika awoke to find Jovan facing both the being who had held him captive earlier and a huge insectoid. "We have our target AND the witness," rasped the larger foe. Velika realized the disk he had just made was at his feet, and he had a sudden inspiration. "You won't take him!" he cried as he threw the Teleport disk at Jovan. "No, Velika!" Jovan raised a hand and pushed against the disk's momentum with magnetism, stopping it and reversing its course back towards Velika. It hit and he felt the dizzying warp of teleportation, then found himself in a dark place. It was a cube, not much bigger than his own dimensions. Directly above him was a thin line of light. When he touched it, it opened, revealing the skyline of central Po-Metru. He was in a crate, far from his workshop. Jovan had sacrificed his freedom to save him, but why? It was then that Velika realized he had been holding something since he had reawakened. The object turned out to be an amber-brown stone wrapped in a picture of the Great Temple. It must have been Jovan's way of telling him to take the stone there. He didn't know what to expect, but it had to be something vitally important to Metru Nui. Review Topic

Mata Nui, a review! I kind of stopped writing because I thought no one was reading, but you've inspired me to get back to it! And many thanks for all the comments, fleshing out a fictional world is something I love to do, and I enjoyed the freedom of how little information there is on any Metru Nui career other than those of the Toa Metru. There's definitely going to be more on Jovan, Krona, and Lariska soon, and I loved writing the latter two. I wanted to channel some of the toxic teamwork dynamic of the Piraka, but with some female villains, which Bionicle could have used quite a bit more of. As for Velika, that's a matter for quite a while later.

This is excellent! I don't think it's necessary to say Vanisher's species grows with age, since some species could presumably vary in stature. EDIT: I don't think many of those proposed changes make sense. Sentrakh has four arms and is tall and thin, not at all like Carapar. And Tyrant and Lurker both have long, flexible tails, while TSO and Ancient both have short ones. Kalmah and Guardian have no tails at all. Guardian doesn't even seem to have a face.

I thought the Matoran versions were kind of a spring thing. Like, they pull back a hammer of some sort against a spring, then let go and the hammer launches the disk, like a pinball launch trigger. Vakama's might have allowed the user to channel elemental power into propulsion.

I think the Mohtrek isn't immoral as much as it's just considered a really bad idea by anyone who cares to consider it.

But there are other places you can find similarities, or maybe make them. The only Toa Mata Kaita we've seen so far are Akamai and Wairuha, both very stable and balanced in personality, but maybe other potential Kaita wouldn't be. A Tahu/Kopaka/Gali Kaita might be dangerously angry and violent, possibly even unwilling to separate (like the Gem fusion Sugilite).

Or maybe the Skull Squad FULLY drains/corrupts/overloads Tahu's and Gali's masks and that's what the transparent versions represent?

Sure it's worth it! It's Lego after all, if you don't like the bike you can just rebuild the Jetrax.

Headcanon colors for the secondary elements: Plantlife: yellow-green Iron: bronze Psionics: colorless (looks silver/grayish brown) Sonics: light gray Lightning: red-violet Plasma: orange Gravity: purple Magnetism: dark gray Vacuum (yes): teal

Yeah, I guess. Well, unless maybe it has some effect on the number of quantum positions of the atom, and therefore its chance of bypassing another atom's space...?

Maybe there's another Makuta besides Krika who wore a Crast, and did really horrible things with it? It would make more sense to explain why the Toa don't want to associate themselves with the mask.

Granted, it uses it to build a terrible weapon that destroys the world. I wish for a Jurassic World lego set.

Chirox, death by wanting even MORE teeth.

A phone with text-messaging, for when he doesn't want to talk. The Av-Matoran in Karzahni

Well, this brings up the bigger question of biocompatibility between protodermis and regular matter. We know protodermis-based life can safely take in true organic matter, but is the opposite true? I would tentatively say yes, as native Aqua Magna life like the Squid parasites could prey easily enough on proto-based life forms.

Well the first thing you need to do is decide what happens to the chained GB and his guests.

That makes no sense, there are lots of solids completely impervious to all known gases. And if the number of molecules is constant, then the user would have to expand immensely to reduce density anyway. And by making the atoms larger, I don't mean increasing the size of the electron clouds or adding more particles, but increasing the size of each individual subatomic particle. The electrons' orbit wouldn't change, because their mass is irrelevant compared to their charge, but the nucleus would be heavier, ultimately increasing the mass and density of the user. Then when the particle mass decreases, the chance of intersecting with other matter increases, but again, the size of the electron clouds doesn't change.

Well, there's no way to explain repulsion as immoral, but the Komau makes sense when you consider that: (a) The Matoran universe has different values from us, and they don't necessarily consider independence and choice to be moral imperatives. This makes sense when you consider that the universe itself is a machine that requires everyone to cooperate in the way the Plan intended them to to function. (b) The Komau can't force anyone to do anything that they would consider immoral. As for the other immoral masks, they all either cause physical or mental decay or destruction as their main purpose, or encourage causing it.

Amazingly intense! Your marker skills are tremendous.