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Chapter 18: Toa Cyril United Cesare hit the ground. Hard. He picked himself up and looked around, but he didn’t see anyone. He recalled that most Matoran were in constant work due to the nature of the island. He figured that was why he was alone as he landed. He ran from the shore. He had to locate the Toa Cyril, explain the situation to them, and warn them that Bandiaca would likely send a more powerful attack soon. He had changed; he had made up his mind, thanks to help from Eri and her words. He was going to join the Toa Cyril, if they would have him. As he ran, he saw some Matoran up ahead, leaving their monotonous jobs. They looked up and saw him, shouting and calling for help. Cesare put his hands up, trying to get them to stop, but they wouldn’t. Their voices carried around the next few blocks, without anyone to absorb the sound with their bodies. Cesare cursed and looked around. He could hear the sounds of a vehicle approaching. As it turned the corner, he saw Toa Magis riding at him on his Anverius X3 vehicle. He leapt off and threw his hand out, taking his Topgaler in his free right hand. His left hand used his Air powers; slowing the vehicle with a buffer of wind. He landed and propelled himself forward, bending the Air and wind around his body to carry him faster towards Cesare, spinning his scythe, readying an attack. Cesare held his hands up, “You don’t understand! I’m being hunted! Bandiaca is after me, and I’m here to join you Toa!” Magis slashed his weapon, sending a blast of Air to throw Cesare to the ground. He landed next to the downed Toa of Ice, holding his scythe to Cesare’s throat, “Likely story. But you are wounded; I give you points for trying.” “I betrayed Bandiaca!” He shouted at Magis, “She had her men attack me! I barely got out alive! They’re no doubt coming after me as we speak. Look; you have to get the others and tell them that! You have to tell them that I’ve changed sides, thanks to Eri!” “You’re trying to manipulate us.” Magis said, “I have no doubt about that.” “I’m not trying to manipulate you!” “Am I supposed to believe that you just suddenly changed?” Magis questioned. “Yes! And I’ve been at conflict with myself for days now, ever since I was defeated by Eri. When Bandiaca sent Geki after you guys, I was in constant turmoil with myself. It’s only now that I defected.” “Why?” That word cut through Cesare. If he told Magis the truth – that Bandiaca had just planned to take his mind and make him her servant – would he believe Cesare? Or would he think that Cesare was only trying to save himself? Cesare would think that, if their positions were reversed. “Just please, get the others! I need to speak to Hoji!” “You’ll speak to me.” Magis said. Magis shot his head up. Cesare looked back as well. He could hear the mechanical, rhythmic footsteps as the Anaroids and Batsuroids approached, all of them aiming their swords and firearm functions at the two Toa. They opened fire from the guards of their weapons, forcing Magis to create a bubble of high speed wind around the two of them to protect them. “Look, I’m going to cut them down. You’re staying put in here.” Magis growled, leaping through the wind, unharmed by his own powers. Cesare reached out, but withdrew his hand quickly as his armor was cut up by the spinning wind. He watched Magis dodge side to side with relative ease. Magis span around, slashing wind blades from his scythe, cutting down a few Anaroids, but not enough to make it any easier. They abandoned firing and raced at him, slashing at him. Even when he brought up his Blade Blaster in his left hand, the two weapons weren’t enough to parry or stop every attack. Magis cried out multiple times. He would take slashes, have sparks fly and dark marks form over his armor from the impact. And then he would be shot, taking even more injuries and falling back. He continued to fight alone, too proud or stubborn to call for the others. No. Cesare realized why Magis was doing this. To him, Cesare was an enemy. He was showing strength before the enemy, for what he believed was a plan of attack. He believed Cesare was trying to fake his defection, and just lead a troop through the city. Magis wanted to prove his strength, on his own, since Eri already had. Magis was just proud. That was it, Cesare figured. As Magis continued to fight, Cesare opened the guard of his sword, looking at his Rouze Cards. He drew one and swiped it through his blade. “Air” His sword started to glow and generate its own Air powers. He held up his weapon, figuring he could use the stored powers to create a similar bubble, but spin it in the opposite direction to cancel Magis’s out. But that might be too dangerous; he might fail and just hurt himself. No. He released it, and then drew on the powers of his card; summoning Air to his blade. Since Magis’s was already active, he took that, dropping the bubble by drawing it into his sword. He ran forward, shouting to get their attention. Magis flipped away from the slash of one of the Anaroids and slashed at a Batrusoid, but the superior machine parried. Magis kicked it back and span around, slashing it in the chest with his scythe, getting around its defense with the curved weapon. Cesare slid forward and slashed his sword out, sending the Air blast rippling forward. It tore through a handful of machines, dropping the attack numbers, but also making them focus on him at this point, for his insolence. As the two continued to fight, Cesare saw a new figure approaching. It was a machine warrior of M’hou’s. Clad in silver, black and gray armor. It lifted its elongated red and black weapon, focusing the claw-like tip at Cesare. A blast of energy tore from it, flying forward. As Cesare prepared to slash it down, it span and elongated, becoming a net. It wrapped around Cesare, taking him down, causing him to scream in pain as his energy was painfully sapped away. Seijuu approached, and then looked to Magis, who turned and fired with his Blade Blaster, having switched modes on it. Seijuu parried with the sword it held point down in its left hand, and then slashed that sword up, firing the spikes out, impaling them into Magis’s chest armor, taking him down with a scream of pain. The cords connected to the spikes withdrew, bringing Magis in closer to Seijuu, as the net also retracted, thanks to the machine’s other weapon. Soon, however, more sounds were heard. The other four Toa arrived, all of them utilizing their Blade Blasters. They all moved in, opening fire on the remaining grunts. Hoji walked slowly towards Seijuu, holding his weapon at his right shoulder, tapping it against his shoulder twice before stopping. He put his left arm up, bracing his right forearm as he prepared to lower the firearm. “My turn.” He said, leaping forward and rolling, coming up to his knees, opening fire. The blasts struck Seijuu, but the machine only stumbled back. Hoji’s shots alone weren’t enough. Rei raced towards him and leapt off of his back, adding her firepower to his from above. Both of them focused on the same piece of armor, and then fired one final shot of their powers. An energy bolt infused with Fire, and one with Lightning flew forward, smashing into the same spot at the same time. Rei landed and span around, nodding to Hoji. He raced forward and stood beside her, both of them readying their swords. As the dust from their explosive attacks settled, they saw that Seijuu was in pieces. The two looked over them, before both of them realized it. “These are too perfect.” Rei said. “Move!” Hoji snapped. The parts all came back together, reforming Seijuu. It leapt forward, pulling the spikes out of Magis’s body so it could use its sword again. It slashed the elongated weapon with the claw lining up Rei’s chest, knocking her back with a cry; sparks flew, and her armor became darker. Hoji slashed, but it was parried by the upswing of the other sword. Seijuu pushed back and knocked Hoji’s sword away. Seijuu slashed the spike weapon up, taking Hoji down in one blow, causing him to spark and his armor to darken. Both Toa rolled away. They looked to Magis, who was struggling to get up as well. Agri and Eri were rushing to join them, having just dispatched the last of the machines. Both of them used their normal weapons and raced forward. Agri slid forward, manipulating the ground under his feet to slide him faster towards the enemy. He threw a series of rapid, powerful punches into Seijuu’s chest, knocking the machine back, denting the chest armor. Eri leapt forward, slashing rapidly as she came down, and then span around and plunged her weapon under her arm, striking Seijuu, but not doing much damage. The machine backed away from them and lifted its claw weapon again. Energy once more began to focus there. Cesare shouted to them to be careful, but they got the gist of it, based on the Toa of Ice’s condition. As the attack came, Agri used his powers to raise a wall of Earth to stop it. The wall was destroyed on the blunt impact. Eri leapt over and threw her weapon forward, digging it into Seijuu’s chest armor. She drew her firearm and fired into the machine’s head, but could only knock it back a few times. Agri leapt forward, pummeling it with his strength. He shouted and looked back to Eri, who nodded. He punched hard enough to lodge his right knuckle into Seijuu’s chest, and then grabbed the hilt of Eri’s sword, pulling it free. He imbedded his other knuckle with a punch, and drew his Blade Blaster. He used his dual swords to slash away at Seijuu, using his sword style – which was one sword – and modified it for his dual strikes. After all of his exertion, all of his precision and expert strikes, Seijuu still wouldn’t go down. It just would not stop. He ran forward, slashing back, taking Agri down with a shout. Eri leapt at Seijuu, blasting the machine with high intensity bursts of Water, but it didn’t work. “It’s too strong.” Agri muttered to her, “Even for me. Look how deep my blows are!” “The AI must be more than it seems.” Eri said, “It must be smart enough that it knows it can take blows, and reform.” “Then we’re dealing with a smart machine?” Agri questioned. “Possibly. Or, possibly, it just has orders that it can take blows. But that still requires thinking; to dodge or take it. It’s smart, no doubt. It also arguably has control over its rebuilding ability. We have to destroy the AI and the body, I’m sure. Even without the AI, it may be programmed to rebuild on its own.” “Maybe.” Agri said, “But what can we do?” Eri blasted Water to keep Seijuu at bay, and then looked to Cesare, “We need him.” She said, racing to him. She crouched, “You changed your mind and allegiance.” She said, getting to work quickly on his energy prison. “Perceptive; yes.” He replied, “Thanks to you.” She gave him a brief smile, “Look; we can talk later. Right now we have to deal with this machine. I think you, with all of your powers, could deal with it, can you not?” “I can.” He replied, “I think.” “Let’s hope.” She replied, peeling the thick, solidified energy away from him. He crawled to his feet, thankful that there was an apparent flaw in the capture technology of Seijuu. He lifted his Rouze Blade and hit the center of the guard, opening it and snatching a card. He slashed it through and raced forward. “Drill” An energy drill formed around the tip of his sword. As he closed the gap, he shouted and plunged, tearing it through Seijuu’s chest, but the machine didn’t fall. It slashed him, throwing him aside, tearing the sword out in the process. Cesare rolled to join the others, “This thing is tough.” He muttered, “I see why you guys are having trouble, even with more than one of you fighting at once.” “We need unity.” Hoji said, “The Toa Cyril need to stand united!” He threw his hand to the sky, sending out a silent signal. The others got up and opened fire on Seijuu, just trying to buy time. But as the Dragon Missile came down, they all lined up. Hoji threw his right arm forward, snapping his fingers, “The burning heart of passion! Toa Hoji!” Agri brought both arms up, bringing them together and passing both in front of his chest and face in almost a full circle, turning his closed fists up. He brought them to rest by his hips, bending his elbows there, “The overpowering strength of the ground! Toa Agri!” Eri held her right arm out, spinning her weapon around her hand. As she did this, she brought her other arm up, bending it underneath her outstretched right arm, bracing it as she lowered the weapon down, pointing the tip at Seijuu, “The serene and soothing waves! Toa Eri!” Magis span around, throwing his arms out to the side, using his powers to send some leaves at his feet around his body. He reached his right hand up as he lowered his left, brushing his fingers across the forehead of his Kanohi. He cast his arm sideways after that, “The magnificent gale! Toa Magis!” Rei went last, sending both arms forward and making a circle with them in the air in front of her body, stopping when they reached each other again. A small spark danced between her hands, “The sizzling sensation of lightning! Toa Rei!” Eri’s Water lashed out, gripping the weapons sticking in Seijuu’s chest. She used her control, bringing the weapons back to their owners; arming the Toa Cyril again. They started to combine their weapons. Hoji put the Missile out. Magis put his Topgaler in, making it act as a leg for the Missile, while Eri put her weapon in to do the same. Rei lined it with daggers, providing some support or legs for it, while Agri finished by placing his knuckle weapons on as well to help support it. Hoji stood right behind it, throwing his right arm out over it. The others stood, two on each side of him, throwing their arms out. “Five Toa destined to rid this island of the accursed witch! We are the Toa Cyril!” They shouted as one. Cesare stood next to them and crouched down, removing the guard from his sword. He rammed the blade into the leg that was the Topgaler, and the guard onto Eri’s sword. He crouched beside it, throwing his arm towards the Cyril Buster. “Cyril Buster!” The six Toa screamed, unleashing their powers. The power focused at the guard and the tip of the Rouze Blade, as well as the tip of the Dragon Missile. The powers flowed into one and fired, carrying the powers of Cesare’s Rouze Cards along with his Ice powers. The attack smashed into Seijuu, reducing the machine to nothing. Hoji looked to the faces of his teammates. They all knew what the point of him looking to them was. None of them shook their heads; they only nodded. Magis did begrudgingly so; being the last to nod. Hoji looked to Cesare as the Toa reclaimed their weapons. He bent down and put his blade back together and holstered it on his hip. He looked to Hoji in question. “Five Toa destined to rid this island of the accursed witch. We are the Toa Cyril.” He said, but then shook his head, “No. Now, we are six Toa now one, determined to destroy the evils plaguing this island. We are the Toa Cyril!” Cesare nodded and bumped fists with Hoji; now a member of the Toa Cyril. He looked to the others. Eri smiled for him, nodding approvingly. Rei nodded with approval as well, showing a slight smile of joy. Agri nodded once; the point was simple to get across. Finally, Magis shook his head, sighed, and held his fist out. “Yeah.” Magis muttered. Cesare bumped his fist as well, truly knowing he was now a Toa Cyril.“It’s time to decide if we will take him, or leave him. Yes, we should take him on as our comrade. We need the power to defeat Bandiaca; we need his power if we want to be able to save the Matoran. Or do we? I don’t believe we do. Next time: “Chapter 19: Bonds of Unity” Feel the Magnificent Gale!”Review

Legacy 7: Delusions of the Past Part 5—Toa Kopaka! Kopaka, the deputy of the Toa Nuva, stood on the parapet of a ruined fortress. He looked out, utilizing the power of his Kanohi Akaku to gaze ahead with its telescopic lens, viewing what lay out ahead. “Did you get the report?” He asked. A woman behind him bowed. She was clad in black armor, sleek and stealthy. She had a mechanical right arm which always held tight to a dagger. “The rumors, we believe, are true.” She reported, “I am sorry to report it as such.” Kopaka stared out in silence. He made no answer to her. “Kopaka?” “Lariska…ready the forces.” He said softly. “I beg pardon?” She asked. “You heard me.” He said, turning to look at the Dark Hunter, “I want to mobilize. We’re going to go and take care of this problem.” She rose to her feet, “I must stop you then.” She hissed, holding her dagger at him. He glared at her, “I will stop you.” He said, lifting his blade, “Move aside and do as I say!” Kopaka said, raising his voice. To merely raise his voice was considered dangerous by most people who knew him. Lariska, being a Dark Hunter, wouldn’t be frightened as such, and would be ready to defend herself, even if she had to kill Kopaka, her leader, in the process. “I gave you an order.” He hissed. “And we aren’t supposed to be doing this.” She hissed in reply. “I don’t care.” He said, “I want it done!” Kopaka, like the other Nuva, was clad in his Adaptive Armor. He was utilizing a form that would compliment his Ice powers to their fullest. He had white armored legs, with extra armor over the top, below the knees. He had lighter gray armor above the knees, with sleek white armor on the sides. He had gray armor covering his chest in a sleek design. He had white claw-like armor coming off of the spots near his shoulders, going out to his sides. He had white armored arms, with gray above his elbows, covered in white armor. He had white arms with extra armor over the backs, and gray armored hands. He had white blades coming up from behind his shoulders, pointing inwards. He had his Akaku in the same form he had had it during the mission in Karda Nui. He carried in his left hand a medium sized silver shield, and his right hand held a double ended sword. It curled out to the sides, with ribs coming out at intervals. One side was open on both ends of the blade, but it was still a formidable blade. “I want this done!” He said. She thrust her dagger forward. He dodged back and span around, wrapping his left arm around her arm. He yanked forward, pulling out her footing, and slamming the back of his hand into her face, dazing her as he flipped her to the ground, leveling the tip of his sword at her throat. “I gave an order.” He said, “I want it carried out.” She panted and hissed at him, like some wild, snarling cat, “I told you that we weren’t ordered to do this!” She shouted. “I don’t care.” Kopaka said, “Too bad.” She hissed, “Tahu gave orders that if one of you six were captured, you were to be left alone and your squad and those men alone would see to it, if they believed a rescue was possible!” She shouted, “If Tahu really has been captured, then that means his squad will have to deal with it!” “And I am the deputy leader.” Kopaka hissed in a deadly calm, “I am the second in command of the Toa Nuva. Since the Toa Nuva lead the rebellion against the universe itself, that means I am now in charge of this rebellion. If I declare that I want Tahu rescued, then I want him rescued! Is that clear, Lariska?” She hissed at him, “I am to follow Tahu’s orders, even if I am in your squad!” She shouted. He shook his head, “Ok, what if your leader was captured? Wouldn’t you try to rescue him?” He knew of the Shadowed One. He knew the answer was likely to be a ‘no’ from her, but he had to ask her anyway. “No, I wouldn’t.” She said. “Why not?” “Because that would be a show of weakness on his behalf.” She said, “And I, as the deputy leader of the Dark Hunters, wouldn’t want to disgrace his final moments by attempting a rescue, when he should be able to get himself out of the situation.” “You would just want to see him dead.” Kopaka said, “I know the man. You wouldn’t want him to live. You want him to die, don’t you?” She shrugged, “It would depend on the situation.” “This is the same.” He said, “We can free him!” “How do you know?” She questioned. “The scouts inform me that the situation can be handled.” Kopaka told Lariska, “You see, he’s on Daxia, the former base of the Order of Mata Nui. He’s near the center of the island, on a series of stakes, about to be burnt to death.” Kopaka said, “We can swoop in and save him.” “How many men guard him?” She questioned. “Intelligence tells me that there are Rahkshi and Visorak guarding the island.” Kopaka said, “There’s no reason we can’t crush them underfoot.” He looked away from Lariska and looked out at the sea before them, “We can win this with the men we have. Many of them are former Order members. They can use their knowledge of the island to great effect.” “I don’t doubt that.” Lariska told him as she rose, driving her dagger into a sheath. She folded her arms behind her back and stepped forward, beside Kopaka. She gazed out as well into the ocean, “But what do we do if it is a trap?” “We fight our way out.” He said. “And if they execute Tahu before we can save him?” She questioned. “Then we still get out as fast as we can, minus Tahu.” Kopaka told her. He shook his head in revulsion, “But we won’t let that happen! We will save his life!” “Then what are we waiting for?” She asked, “If you really are intent on breaking his orders to save his life, then let’s get moving.” She turned towards the door, “Shall we get moving? Shall I alert the rest of the men about our intentions?” She questioned. Kopaka nodded, “Yes, go. Let’s get ready.” He said, walking out with her. He looked out to the ocean once more, but then left the view of it behind. They would have plenty of ocean coming up on their trip to Daxia, and besides, he had to destroy this fortress anyway. He wasn’t going to let it stay standing just for Makuta’s forces to use as they steadily approached. As the group of nearly one hundred men were waiting for him outside, he nodded to a few warriors in the ranks. They reached out, utilizing various powers to blast the fortress into rubble until nothing stood higher than anyone’s knees anymore. Kopaka nodded. Some of the rock had collapsed, some had been completely destroyed, some flung elsewhere. No matter what happened, even with the air thick with dust, it was obvious that the fortress was gone, and no one would have use for what remained anymore. “We have maybe an hour before the enemies arrive.” A Dark Hunter reported. Kopaka nodded, “Then we have to hurry.” He said, directing at a ship sitting near the ocean. It wasn’t large, but it looked seaworthy. Whoever had last used the fortress on the Southern Continent’s western tip had had the boat waiting, in case they needed to make a quick escape. “I think we can get most of our number on that boat.” He said. He directed to various warriors. Some were avian, some were aquatic, “You lot can make it on your own, right?” They nodded. Among their number was a gray and silver armored avian Order member named Aerosh. He had a gray weapon mounted on his left wrist, and a similar red one on his right. They were feeding into tubes that ran up his arms, by his claws. His wings unfolded, “I’ll fly above you to provide support.” He said, lifting his arms to show his weapons, “Lava and cement should work to slow anyone down.” He said. An aquatic Dark Hunter stepped forward. His identity was that of Amphibax, one of the former Barraki’s lieutenants. “I’ll stay right under the ship to provide backup.” He told Kopaka. Kopaka nodded, “Very good.” He said, “Now, let’s get moving.” He got into the boat and moved aside as others, such as Lariska and the other higher ranking officers and other soldiers got inside the boat. “Let’s move.” Kopaka said, moving the boat out. The other warriors started to row as fast as they could, getting away from the land. Amphibax was beneath them, waiting for something to happen, while Aerosh covered them from above. Others started to take to the air or the water as the boat stared to get farther away. Kopaka gazed out ahead, waiting for their arrival. He had to save Tahu, no matter what the cost. The father of the rebellion couldn’t die. Tahu needed to live, no matter what. Kopaka gazed out ahead as he hid behind a cluster of boulders set close to a river running across the island surface. There were hundreds of Rahkshi patrolling the area. Apparently Makuta liked to have the bases of his enemy factions kept in check. Aerosh crouched beside Kopaka, gazing out around him. Kopaka nodded to him and rushed out one way with Lariska covering his right side. The Rahkshi took notice of him quickly and raised their staffs up. Before they realized what had hit them, Aerosh was throwing his right arm forward, spraying a burst of molten lava from his arm mounted weapon, melting them in hisses of pain. More turned on Aerosh and unleashed their powers. He flew around with expert grace and did a spiral bombdive towards them before pulling quickly up and spraying cement out of his gray left arm launcher, stopping the Rahkshi in their tracks. Kopaka slashed a Rahkshi across the face, slicing the Kraata in half, killing it as he raced by. He rolled forward, slamming a foot into another Rahkshi, throwing it back. Lariska leapt forward, driving her dagger under the chin of the serpentine head of the creature, killing the Kraata. She pulled her weapon out and span around, ducking under the swing of another Rahkshi’s staff. She grabbed the center of the staff in her left hand and yanked it forward. She drove her dagger into the spot between its eyes, killing the Kraata within it, dropping it to the ground. Kopaka raced through the field of Rahkshi. On all sides came his allies, blasting paths through the forces. Some threw energy bolts, some threw energy attacks of various elements, while some manipulated other events, such as kinetics to blow Rahkshi and Visorak aside, butchering them or wounding them until they couldn’t move anymore and were no longer a real threat at the immediate moment. Rescuing Tahu came first. If the Rahkshi and Visorak were only wounded, they wouldn’t be in the way. That was enough. Kopaka stopped with Lariska and a large armored Dark Hunter at his side. There were hundreds of Rahkshi surrounding them, and they could see poles coming out from behind them. No doubt these were the beasts guarding Tahu. “We’ll cut through and save Tahu.” Kopaka hissed, pointing his sword forward. He looked directly at one Rahkshi. As soon as it realized he was looking at it specifically, it leapt forward, only to drop dead from a blade of ice through its head. “Let’s go.” Kopaka said, racing forward. As he hacked his way through and used moderate bursts of his power to freeze and shatter some of the Rahkshi, he fought closer and closer to the execution poles. He span around, driving his sword back and impaling one of the Rahkshi. He pushed up closer, getting to the pole itself. It was empty. “What?” He shouted, looking around, unsure of what was happening. Was Tahu already dead and gone? The large Dark Hunter clashed with some Rahkshi before using his superior weight and strength to drive them back. He cleaved a handful of Rahkshi in half with a swing of his mighty axe and looked to Kopaka. “It was a trap.” He hissed. “I’m sure it was.” Kopaka confirmed. “I might have just ended up getting us all killed…” “We’ll stay by your side.” Lariska said, drawing up her dagger, “Let’s end this fight and get out of here.” Kopaka nodded, walking into the mob of Rahkshi, “Yes. Now, let us dance with death.” He said with a dead calm that frightened even the two Dark Hunters. As Rahkshi rushed forward, using their staffs in such close quarters, they were Kopaka’s. He was utilizing a graceful type of combat, that as he had called it, was the dance of death. It was his dance of grace and elegance that would slay the Rahkshi where they stood, using their own powers against them. He pulled his sword apart, only holding the upper blade while he sheathed the lower blade on his back. As a Rahkshi with its staff drawn back lunged for him, he slammed his sword forward, using the driving weight of the Rahkshi to impale it even farther on his sword. He kicked it away and span around, ducking under the swing of a staff. As the Rahkshi drew the staff back for another wild swing, Kopaka plunged his sword forward quickly and without a second thought, impaling the Rahkshi, destroying the suit, frying the Kraata inside with an electrical short-circuit. He continued to do the same. He would wait for the opponent to give him an opening, and then attack. He would use their own weight against them. If they drove in for him, he would step aside and let them impale themselves even farther on his sword. He wasn’t doing a bulk of the work, but rather, the Rahkshi were doing the bulk in killing themselves for him. Lariska soon realized what he was doing, and did the same. Whenever she got the chance, she would still impale the heads of Rahkshi with her dagger to kill the Kraata within, but most of the time, she would sidestep and twist her wrist, allowing them to run themselves in up to the hilt, creating a short-circuit in the armor to destroy the Kraata within. The other Dark Hunter was using a crescent battleaxe and wasn’t using such tactics. He swung wildly with overhead attacks, cleaving one in half at a time, or, used sweeping side-to-side attacks to bifurcate multiple foes at once in a wide arc. As the three fought their way through without much effort, the Rahkshi started to back away, getting ready to use their powers instead of brute force against the group. “Be ready.” Kopaka breathed. As various powers were released from all sides, the two Dark Hunters dashed back, getting next to Kopaka as the Toa of Ice slammed his sword into the ground. Ice rose around them on all sides, deflecting each energy attack, destroying hordes of Rahkshi as it ricocheted around from the reflective properties of the ice that Kopaka had created specifically for this trap. As a line was now open, they made a break for it, rushing down to freedom. They raced past the Rahkshi and into a lusher area where their team awaited them. As Rahkshi gave pursuit, the team attacked back, using all of their powers to hold the Rahkshi at bay and rip them apart. “This is our island.” Aerosh said, descending until he touched the ground, “We should stay.” He growled. “If you want to get yourselves and other Order operatives killed, be my guest.” Kopaka said, “But if you want to make a difference, we have to keep going.” “That’s the thing…making a difference is killing Rahkshi and destroying energized protodermis wells to prevent more creations.” Aerosh said, “If we kill these, then we eliminate the wells…no more Rahkshi. I think we’re doing to stay and do what damage we can here.” “You sure?” Kopaka asked. He nodded. “Best of luck, then.” Kopaka said, fleeing with the others towards their boat.Teridax’s standing has shaken the universe, allowing everyone inside to realize that it is time. Time to attack. Next time, Legacy 8: Rebellion Part 1—Shadows and Rebels!Review

Chapter 17: Choices “Gekisou fell…” Bandiaca muttered, shaking her head. She slammed the end of her staff into the ground, causing M’hou to jump at the shock of the sharp sound, “Now who do I have?” She shouted, “I’ve lost my most powerful warrior!” “How could those time powers possibly lose?” M’hou said, voicing the same question as Bandiaca. “Whatever caused it to happen…those Toa have become a larger threat than I thought. I still have Dai and Mirai on my side. That’s the upside.” “They aren’t under your command, unlike Geki was, though.” M’hou said. “They still loyally fight for me.” Bandiaca told him, “They will work.” “Shall I get them for you, Mistress Bandiaca?” M’hou questioned. She shook her head, “No. Actually, I want you to get someone else for me.” “Who?” M’hou questioned. “Cesare.” She said, walking out of his workshop where they had spoken in secret for this point alone, “Bring him to the throne room under heavy guard. It’s time that he became mine.” She smiled grimly, “Mine under the command of my Kanohi Zeyat.” “As you wish.” M’hou said, watching Bandiaca depart. He began to get to work, arming the Anaroids and Batsuroids and give them his orders. As he went around, checking them and making sure that they were ready, he heard something. He turned around, finding himself with the tip of a blade in his face. “So, that’ show she does it.” Cesare told M’hou in a rather offhanded comment. “How long have you been here?” M’hou questioned in shock. “Long enough to hear about the Zeyat.” Cesare answered, “Now, M’hou, you’re going to do something for me. You’re going to send those machines in with me, but they’ll be under my command and no other’s. Then, you’re going to live. If not, I’ll kill you.” “What are you planning on doing?” M’hou questioned in fear. “I’m going to let it look like I’ve been captured. In reality, I’m going to turn on Bandiaca in her throne room, and use the machines along with my own power to strike her down. Bandiaca won’t last much longer, M’hou. If you comply, you get to live.” “I can’t let you.” He hissed. “Why?” “Because she is my Mistress! I am hers!” “Is this what the Zeyat does to you?” Cesare questioned, “It strips you of everything? It makes you a mindless servant with sparks of your own personality, but makes you do anything for the person whom you are bound to?” “That is what it does.” M’hou said, “I am Mistress Bandiaca’s precious servant. I will not allow you to lay a finger on her!” “Then you’re going to die.” Cesare said coldly, “And I’ll kill her without the distraction of your machines.” His sword was lowered by the tip of another, black sword. He glanced to his side, seeing Dai standing there. The warrior with the reptilian helm looked coldly into his eyes, speaking in a simple tone, “So, you plan on eliminating Bandiaca? I may not be her slave, but I will still protect her.” “Then I’ll cut you down as well.” Cesare hissed, throwing his left arm at his foe’s throat, forming an Ice blade. He was nearly there, nearly ready to kill Dai, when another sword blocked him. Mirai stood behind Cesare, holding his sword out. He withdrew his sword, sheathing it onto his arm shield again. He shook his head, “That’s not a good idea, Toa. We outmatch you.” Cesare leapt away from both of them, sliding his sword across the ground, leaving a rut in it. He lifted his sword, looking back and forth between the two enemy swordsmen whom opposed him. Both of them had hands on their swords; even if Mirai’s was in his shield. The three eyed each other. M’hou was too afraid to get his machines running, or to report to Bandiaca, or to do anything, other than just sit and watch what would happen. “What should I do?” M’hou questioned his two saviors. “I don’t know.” Dai replied, “You can do as you wish. Either flee, or stay and watch us eliminate Cesare.” “Mistress Bandiaca wants him alive! She wants to turn him!” M’hou pleaded, “Don’t kill him!” “We may have to. We’ll do our best to show constraint, though.” Mirai said, drawing his sword, the scraping of steel on steel being heard as he drew it away from his shield. Cesare smirked a cocky smirk, “You really think you two can handle someone like me?” He almost laughed. He was just trying to throw them off, even if he did believe that he could win. He wasn’t cocky by nature; he wanted to throw them off of his plan, though. “Your Rouze Cards are an issue.” Dai admitted, “We can get past them, though.” “Are you sure?” Cesare questioned, hitting the hole of his guard with his left hand, opening the guard to reveal his selection of Rouze Cards. He reached for one, but found himself unable to move and burning in pain. He glanced to Mirai, who had sheathed and redrawn. Electricity was racing up and down his blade. He had slashed and cast it off, striking Cesare, paralyzing him. That had to be it. “Your X-Force Rouze Cards aren’t going to help you.” Mirai said, approaching him, sword out and ready. Cesare cursed on the inside. He knew he could win if he could get at a Rouze Card. His muscles wouldn’t move; wouldn’t obey. He couldn’t, no matter what he tried to do. He couldn’t make his body function. As Mirai and Dai stood before him, he saw his chance. The electricity would wear off soon, especially if they had to handle him to drag him away. Then he would make his move, as long as he still held his weapon. Mirai put the flat of his sword to Cesare’s back while Dai put his sword in front of Cesare. Mirai’s sword prodded him on, somehow withdrawing enough to allow Cesare to work his legs, while Dai’s kept him in line and unable to escape from the front. As they walked out of the room and through the other connected passages, they neared the throne room. Soon Cesare could act. Soon he would have his chance. He would only have a split second, he guessed, but he knew where his desired Rouze Card sat. As they reached the throne room, various warriors looked up from what they were doing, watching the imprisoned Cesare being drawn towards Bandiaca, who sat with a pleased look on her face. She rose to her feet as they neared her, her eyes full of greed. “Is he paralyzed?” She questioned Mirai. The red and green armored swordsman nodded, “I had to.” “It’ll still work, even with the electricity.” She said, her mask glowing slightly. She approached, getting closer and closer, her power ready to reach out and envelope Cesare. His plan wasn’t working. He figured he would be free at this point. He didn’t think the electricity would still be paralyzing him. He didn’t know what to do anymore. As he could feel the energy of her Zeyat, he knew what he had to do. But was it that he was thinking, or was it the effects of the mask making him think differently? He didn’t know if he should listen to himself or not. He knew he had to do something. He still had his legs working. He knew that. He acted, no matter how foolish this move was going to be. He ducked forward, kicking back, knocking Mirai slightly back. He pulled his body erect and slammed his other knee into Dai, knocking him slightly back. He span around, leapt up, and gave a kick to Bandiaca’s chest, knocking her back. He rolled, thankful that his muscles were making him keep a grip on his sword so he still had it. He came to his feet and started to run while Bandiaca shouted orders. As Mirai, Dai, and other warriors from the chamber raced after him, Bandiaca rose and lifted her staff. Power began to generate in the crystal and then lashed out, coming to encircle Cesare. He could feel his arms moving. He drew one of his Rouze Cards and swiped it, listening to the voice of his sword ringing out. “Blast” He drew his sword back and thrust it forward with a shout. An energy pulse raced forward, smashing into the warriors rushing after him, taking most of them down. He hit his hole again, opening the guard and gripping another Rouze Card. He swiped it and raced forward. “Double” He and his doppelganger raced into battle, slashing quickly at their foes who still stood. They neared Mirai and Dai, who stood back to guard Bandiaca as her energy projections attempted to encircle Cesare. He stopped and rolled back. His doppelganger took Dai’s slash and fell into the energy, being encircled and trapped. He had taken too much damage, however, and vanished, taking the spell with him. “You’re a witch.” Cesare said, “I don’t know how to fight you. I’ll fight you how I always fight, then.” He rose and drew three cards, swiping them all in turn. “Lightning” “Drill” “Slash” He drew his sword back into both hands, bending his knees and getting into a lower stance. Lightning raced up his weapon, and then began to spiral around like a drill. He raced forward, the drill-blade extending with Slash’s ability. He leapt forward, swinging his weapon out. Both swordsman attempted to parry, but the drill stopped their parries with the spiraling power, taking them both down. They rolled into the far wall. Cesare landed from his jump and raced forward, swiping two more. “Mach” “Slash” He took his blade in both hands again. He vanished, using such speed that he couldn’t be seen. His sword developed a large energy projection behind it, ready to cut his foe down. He shot at Bandiaca from her left side, ready to end it in one move. He reached her and stopped. She had protected herself with a barrier of some sort from her staff. She glanced to him. Her crystal flashed again. Pure power flashed out from the bubble shield around her, smashing into Cesare, encircling him on all sides. He cried out as he was lifted into the air, his body continually hammered. He screamed out as he was dropped, hitting the ground hard. He continued to writhe around on the ground in pain, his organics under his armor burning with great intensity. “You underestimate my powers as a witch.” Bandiaca told him simply, leveling the tip of her staff at him. The crimson crystal was touching his chest shield. He could feel heat resonating from it as she prepared to use some other attack, no doubt. His body began to burn. He screamed as she infused him with a Fire attack of some sort. He couldn’t move; she was keeping him pinned with the staff on his throat. He couldn’t lift his arm to use his sword due to the pain. He was in big trouble. If he couldn’t fight back, then what? He couldn’t do anything to attempt to stop her. Was this his fate? To have defeated her warriors? To have attacked and lost to her? To be on the ground, defenseless, as she stripped him of his free will? He wouldn’t let it end this way. He wouldn’t allow her to do this. “I refuse!” He screamed. “What?” She questioned. “I refuse to give myself up to your power. I refuse to allow you to control me!” He screamed at her. He triggered the power of his Kanohi Hemhem, Mask of Power Scream. His voice became amplified with massive force. When he opened his mouth again, a blast of Power Scream slammed into Bandiaca, throwing her across the chamber. He struggled up to his knees and then to his feet. He looked to Mirai and Dai as they approached him, their swords ready. He drew up his sword and looked between the two of them, and then at Bandiaca as she got back up. Now ‘Forte’ had entered the room, holding his blade out. “I can finally do this.” He hissed to Cesare, “I can finally take you out!” “Try me.” Cesare hissed. ‘Forte’ shot forward on his leg jets. He shouted and swung his sword back, swinging it forward with great strength as he reached Cesare. Cesare lifted to parry and then stepped through, spinning around and slashing at ‘Forte’’s back, but the mechanical warrior whipped his sword up to parry the attack. “You’re good.” Cesare hissed. “As are you.” ‘Forte’ said, hating to admit it. The two slashed, sliding back and away from each other. They both got ready for one final strike. ‘Forte’ ran forward, leaping up and using his jets. He shot down for his massive speed and drop attack, ready to cut Cesare down. Cesare swung his sword back, grabbing and swiping two Rouze Cards. “Fire” “Slash” He shouted and swung his sword up. The flaming, energized blade slashed past ‘Forte’s sword. The flames continued on, energized by the power of the Slash Rouze Card. The attack struck at ‘Forte’, taking him down, causing him to completely collapse, unable to get back up. Cesare sheathed his sword on his side and started to run. He couldn’t let them get at him; they couldn’t let them stop him yet. Cesare was unopposed as he reached the edge of the cave system. He looked back, but there were no pursuers. He couldn’t see any of Bandiaca’s magic flying after him. He looked out at the sea, at Cyril Nui in the distance, at the towers rising up ominously from the island itself. How was he going to get there? He hit the hole on his weapon and drew a Rouze Card, slashing it. “Float” He began to hover and then decided to grab another, to get away faster. “Mach” As the energy returned to his Rouze Blade, he shot away from Bandiaca’s fortification. He was sure that the Toa Cyril knew where she was hiding; but he would tell them anyway, now that he had decided that they were his calling; what he had to do, where he had to go. As he flew off, Bandiaca stood, watching. She wasn’t sure if she could capture him with a spell at this point; he was too fast and too far away. “Come to me, Seijuu.” She hissed. A mechanical figure approached; one of M’hou’s machines. Seijuu. He was designed to hunt anyone whom Bandiaca wanted hunted down. Now, she wanted to have Ceasre hunted down. She still desired him as her servant. Seijuu was a silver, black and gray armored machine. It had silver legs with some black, and gray feet. It had gray and black arms with a little sleek, silver overlay on the upper arms. It had a black chest with silver overlay, giving it bulk and proper armor. It had a silver, elongated head, storing data in its AI brain. For weaponry, in its right hand it held an elongated crimson and black claw-like blade, while it held a spiked red and white sword with the point facing the ground in its left hand. “Orders?” It said in a mechanical voice. “Bring me Cesare.” She hissed, raising her staff, sending Seijuu and the awaiting squad of Anaroids and Batsuroids to the island.“It’s time for me to face my fate. It’s time for us to accept you; but only if we all will have you. Next time: “Chapter 18: Toa Cyril United” Here I go. My turn!”Review

No, I was thinking of something else. You're right. My mistake on the title. It was a locked room mystery, that's what screwed me up.Still, he's dangerous. I don't know if Holmes was just referring to his shooting abilities, but he clearly knew what he was doing.

And it sounds awesome.

Legacy 6: Delusions of the Past Part 4—Toa Gali! Gali, Toa Nuva of Water, stood over a table, looking down at maps etched into it. Standing in a fortress with rain running down everywhere, she was in her element, to an extent. Her armor had taken on a form appropriate for this island. She and her forces were on Zakaz. Some of the Skakdi warlords already sided with the Order of Mata Nui, but some more were siding with Teridax, not wanting to be left out of control in any way, and not wanting to die. They all wanted to survive. That was the goal of the Skakdi from this point on. Survive, including siding with one of the people who had changed them with their experiments. Her team was on Zakaz to stop the Skakdi from leaving and causing havoc anywhere other than their home island. The water around the island was being patrolled by Order controlled soldiers made of a single species of warriors, one of the six prime species. They were green, small statured beings, utilizing protosteel claws for the sole purpose of shredding through Makuta armor. They were now to stop the Skakdi from getting away. Gali’s mission on the rest of the island was to pacify them, make sure they couldn’t leave even if they got past the sea defenses. Make sure they would have no will to serve Makuta, after getting butchered by her men. It was what they had to do. Use intimidation and murder to stop them from causing more of the same on the rest of the world. And more soldiers meant more defenses to stop Makuta’s men, if not come up with a way to stop him in general. But that end was doubtful. Gali looked at the few Order members around her. They were pointing to locations on the map, making comments. The fortress they were currently inside of was from a former Skakdi warlord. He had been eliminated as fast as they could carry it out. This fortress was now under their control, not that any other Skakdi knew. The ones who did know ended up dead before they could do anything about it. Skakdi fighting each other and killing each other was very common. Corpses would mean nothing. “Shall we move out?” An Order member clad in orange and gray armor asked. He was fairly small in stature for being an important and deadly warrior. He had a claw weapon on his right wrist, almost like the sea creatures that the Order had in their possession. This claw was two pronged, one front, one to the side. He was partially hunched over, like a beast. He commonly walked on all fours, in fact. He had a vicious helmet that looked like a beast, adding to his overall savage look. He was often used on Zakaz when missions were required. He also had met a Tahtorak that was once dying on Zakaz. It had informed him that its species were planning on slaying the entirety of the Skakdi some day. That day was upon them. “I have the Tahtorak forces ready.” He hissed, “I slipped into their various dens and informed them. I killed any Skakdi along the way.” His voice was like a growl of an unintelligent beast combined with a scary intelligence that was very deadly. Gali nodded, “When they attack, we’ll attack.” She said. Her armor, too, had taken on a savage appearance. It wasn’t only on Zakaz, but anywhere. The water wasn’t always gentle. Her armor didn’t have to appear to be gentle either. Her armor was a cross of dark and light blue. She had light blue feet with four claws on each foot. She had blue legs up until the knees, which from then up became light blue with clawed blades curling back. She had a dark blue body that had layers of armor, including blades curled down above her armored chest. Her arms, from the shoulders down to the elbows, were light blue with simple armor over the top, but with curled claw armor down the back. The rest of her arms were thick looking, clad in layers of armor and imposing. She had light blue hands, and her Kanohi was as it had been since Karda Nui. It was somewhat sleek, with a tactical eyepiece over the left eye, and two silver sheets of armor coming up over the sides and up. Her weapons were interesting claw based weapons. On top they looked like ragged, three bladed weapons. On the bottom, beneath her knuckles, were scything blades curling up at the three down turned blades, creating an execution based weapon. It could be used for the curled blade, the blunt triple blade atop, or getting a foe’s head inside, preventing them from getting out with the small spikes on the inside of the top blade, and then slitting the throats with the scything blades. She was no longer a peace keeper. She was a mistress of death. “Are they moving?” She asked, looking out an observation window. She could hear rumbling, almost like thunder, but wasn’t sure if it was the Tahtorak moving out or not. The Order member nodded, “They move.” He hissed. "Then we do, too.” Gali said, moving out of the room and towards stairs. There were two Matoran guarding the stairs, each armed with a spear. She thought it odd how Matoran would willingly join such a conflict, rather than try to live in peace. Matoran were for peace, and even under Makuta, they would have peace where nobody was trying to constantly kill them. There were yet others who would stay away from places like Zakaz, but join the rebellions. Some of her own forces, which had other Matoran, followed that idea. The other Matoran in her group had stayed behind and risked capture and slavery, rather than come to Zakaz. “Let’s move.” Gali said to the Matoran. The two nodded, moving out ahead of Gali, spears pointed in front of them. Gali and the others followed behind them, until they reached a massive, reptilian green Rahi beast. “A Tahtorak, I presume.” Gali said. The beast grunted. It could understand, but didn’t speak back to her. The Order member emerged and growled to get the beast’s attention. Then, the Order member spoke, “This is our leader.” He told the beast, gesturing to Gali, “She is leading our forces into battle with the rest of her team, scattered through the universe.” “The rest of the universe isn’t of our concern.” The Rahi replied in an intelligent voice, “Only Zakaz.” “I know.” The Order member answered, “And once we win here, I expect that you’ll hold Zakaz?” The beast nodded, “We will not allow the Skakdi to reclaim it!” He announced. “What about anything else?” The member questioned. The Tahtorak regarded him, “What else?” “Rahkshi? Visorak?” He suggested, “Will you stop them if they come?” “If they try to take our home, like the Skakdi did, then yes.” The beast growled in reply, “We shall crush them!” “Good.” The Order member said with a nod, “Thank you.” “We are defending our home. We are not part of your rebellion.” It reminded. Gali took over, “We understand that. We are just thankful to have noble creatures such as you to at least help us part of the way along.” The beast nodded to her, “And we appreciate the assistance. It will make the exterminations go so much faster.” Gali nodded, “Now, shall we ride you?” The beast lowered its tail. Gali, the Order member, the Matoran, and some others climbed on. A few more Tahtorak started to approach, lowering their tails for others to climb on from. When the three were mounted, the creatures raced across the plains of Zakaz, through damaged areas, destroyed fortresses, bunkers, and through corpses. Fresh corpses. The Tahtorak up ahead were already doing their job, it seemed. Gali watched all around as Skakdi mounted defenses. They were being overpowered, despite superior numbers and superior powers in their arsenal. The bestial rage of the Tahtorak far outmatched anything the Skakdi could muster, even their own rage which was so great. Gali threw an arm out. She used the rain to kill Skakdi, turning each drop into a miniature blade, centering the phenomenon around single groups of Skakdi. Before they could realize what was happening, they were being slit apart and murdered by her powers. Gali turned to another group as they rode past. She threw an arm out, slamming a fist of water made of raindrops into the groups, ripping them apart with the now bladed waters. “Good work.” The beast hissed to her. “What?” She asked. “The way you kill.” It replied, “It is very good.” Gali didn’t know if she should take it as a compliment or not. She was murdering, and being congratulated on the brutal kills she was making. She knew the Tahtorak were vicious beasts, but wasn’t sure what to make of the compliment. Toa weren’t supposed to kill, and she was the peaceful one in the group. It was completely out of character for her to be doing any of this. The Tahtorak grunted to get her attention. She looked up ahead, seeing a massive wall rising up from the combined efforts of multiple Skakdi of Stone and Earth. “Bring it down.” The beast hissed. Gali nodded. She threw her arms up and conjured as much power as she could. Condensing as much of the rain into individual fists as she could, she threw them all forward, smashing into the wall. The Skakdi were visibly shaken by her attack and as they watched their wall take hits, their anger only increased. They turned their rage loose on the Tahtorak that was carrying her. She unleashed two more fists together, smashing into the Skakdi, taking a few of them down. They brought her down with a fist of their mixed powers, taking the Rahi down and scattering the riders. Gali raced to her feet and rushed in at the Skakdi. Having fought six rogue Skakdi on Voya Nui, and lost, she knew what she had to expect. She knew how she could fight, now that she had more experience at it, and how to use her weapons to eliminate them before they could use their powers. As the Order operative rushed by her, she slid towards one of them, lifting her right weapon. She thrust it forward, catching his neck between the sets of blades. Drawing up and back, she slit his throat and dropped him. She span around, throwing her other weapon behind her back to block a fist. She span all the way around, did a twirl, and slashed both weapons down the chest of the Skakdi, bringing it down. She span around, watching as the Order member literally pounced on a Skakdi, plunging his bladed claws into its chest, and tearing it nearly in half. He leapt off of the body and went to work on another, but didn’t notice one behind him. Gali threw her arms forward, slashing rain into his back, using the individual droplets as blades to bring him to his knees. He was still alive, though. The Order warrior span around, slashing him through the chest to kill him. He leapt away, finding more Skakdi to bring down. “Toa…the wall.” The Tahtorak panted. Gali looked at the wounded Rahi, “You can’t keep going! You need to rest! I can help you.” She said, moving closer. “No.” It hissed, “I will live and die fighting on this island. I’m dying, leave it at that. Don’t try to fix me up.” “But…” “No.” It hissed. Gali looked at the wall, “What do you want me to do?” “Bring it down.” The Tahtorak told her, “I want to see the other side. I want to get you all to the other side before I die.” She nodded and span around, wasting no time. She drew her arms up, focusing all of her power into the air. Collecting as much rain around her as she could, she threw her arms down, slamming a massive fist of water into the wall. There were multiple cracks littering the wall already, and water was only getting trapped inside, seeping in. That was what she needed to have happen. She used her power on the wall, on the gaps in the rock, and controlled that water, slicing it through the wall, bringing it to pieces as it fell to the ground, exposing the fighting going on on the other side between Tahtorak and resistance fighters against the Skakdi. “Get on.” The dying Rahi said, rising. Gali climbed onto its back. Others scrambled on, but not the Order member. He ran out alongside the Tahtorak, leaping over the rubble and into the nearest Skakdi, ripping him apart. One tried to get at his back. The Rahi slammed its tail down, splitting the Skakdi in half with the force, saving the Order member’s life. “Thanks.” He hissed, leaping ahead, looking for more targets. As soon as they got a few steps away from the wall, the Tahtorak collapsed. Gali and the others climbed down, with the others immediately starting their attack on the Skakdi. Gali turned to the Rahi and ran her hands over its head, as if petting and comforting the beast that had helped them. It growled at her. “I said not to heal me.” It hissed. “I’m not.” She said. “What are you doing?” It demanded, “I feel your power flowing within me.” “I’m calming you.” She said softly, “I’m leaving you at peace, that’s all.” “You’re making me accept my coming death?” “Pretty much.” She said softly, “I want you to go peacefully. I know you wanted to be involved in this battle, and I thank you for your help so far. I don’t want you to think you’re dying in vain. This will help you to understand your death isn’t too bad. Please, believe me.” “I am hurting.” It hissed. “I will ease your pain.” She said, using more of her power to the same end she was already using it for. “No.” It hissed. “What?” She asked. “I don’t want you to take the hurt away.” It said. “Why not?” “I want to die in pain, like a warrior!” “That’s not a warrior’s death!” Gali exclaimed, “That’s the death of a stubborn fool refusing to stay alive!” “You call me a stubborn fool?” It hissed. “You are.” She told him, “It’s hard to admit, after the help you’ve given us, the good you’ve shown, but yet, that’s what you are.” The Tahtorak said noting. “Heal me.” It hissed. “I’ll take your pain away.” She said, focusing more power around the wounds. “I can be at peace…” It said softly. She nodded, “You deserve peace.” It looked up into the black, rain filled sky. It looked back to Gali, who started putting her hands on its head again. “I get to see another miserable day on Zakaz.” It hissed, “But at least it isn’t all bad. We are slaying the Skakdi, finally.” It smiled its vicious smile, “I die, but know that my people are doing what we have always dreamed off, thanks to your help.” It closed its eyes, but never opened them again.Kopaka, as the deputy of the Toa Nuva, is an important figure and a figurehead for the resistance movement. What happens when his orders are put to the test? Will he abandon his men? Next time, Legacy 7: Delusions of the Past Part 5: Toa Kopaka!Review

It was stated otherwise in the books, about Moran. Check out The Adventure of the Locked Room. But the guy from Red Headed League; yes, he would be great.

There's no way he'd come back, not with the crew being fans of the books. They would not bring Moriarty back, unless they absolutely needed a good villain, and Sebastian Moran can't cut it (should they use him, since he's the second most dangerous man in London, behind Moriarty).

I haven't seen Stronger yet, need to go look.I hate to say it, but Fourze is better than OOO. I figured I'd despise it with a passion, and find GARO the best Toku this year, but wow, Fourze is actually pretty good.I watched ZO a few weeks ago; loved it. ZX; not too great, I felt. Still need to see Shin, since I have the download.

I marathoned all of Series 1 with two friends today, they left (prior engagements), so I watched the new episode on my own (which was a pain to track down online). The Blind Banker is absolutely terrible, and marathoning in one sitting kind of brought down The Great Game, but this was incredible. Best of the four episodes so far.

Third movie? Bruce-Partington Plans. It needs to happen, especially since Moriarty's remote control didn't pop up from the first movie.I enjoyed it. Took some time to get going, I felt, compared to the first, but I loved it. Walking in, I knew how it was going to end. Any Sherlock fan would.

Legacy 5: Delusions of the Past Part 3—Toa Onua! Tunneling. That was Onua’s job. Tunneling. Being located in the remains of Odina, the Dark Hunters in his midst had informed him that there were secret caverns across the island, in case the Dark Hunter stronghold should ever be overrun. This was a time to use such an emergency precaution. The island had been overrun during the war between the Order of Mata Nui and allies against the Brotherhood of Makuta and its allies. Rahkshi still infested the island, providing a constant alarm for anyone. Only with these catacombs and tunnels did they have a chance to survive an encounter with such an army. Being one of the Toa Nuva, Onua was very powerful in his own right. Having his Adaptive Armor adapted to fit his Earth element at its finest, combined with tunneling, he was at probably his most powerful he had been in a long time. “Is it done yet?” A Dark Hunter growled. Onua wiped dirt off of his body as he walked out to face his team. They were residing in a dugout area he had made as soon as they hit the island. This was the safest place for them right now, and the only place Rahkshi couldn’t get into without setting off an alarm system that Onua had set up. Using his powers, he had warded the ground around them. If anything started to dig in above or near them, they would know, and Onua would have them with his powers. Onua’s armor was adapted to be powerful in close ranged combat as well as to harness his element. He was the perfect digger at the moment, and also, would blend in with the earth itself if he needed to. His armor was somewhat bulky, but also had a sleekness to it. He had four claws on each foot, and had thicker armor rising up. Above the knees he had sleek armor peeling back, but had bulkier body armor. He had armor from his elbows up, on the outside, that ended in what looked like two claw points, rising to be about equal with a ridge that ran around his Kanohi Pakari, Mask of Strength. He had powerful arms, tipped with clawed hands. His gauntlets were his weapon of choice, and could easily tunnel or rip through opposition, especially the mechanical Rahkshi. He stopped. Everyone stopped when he did. He could feel the warded ground being set off, no one else could. “Are we being attacked?” Someone asked. “Yes.” He breathed. The ground was blown apart by intense storms of wind. The wind ripped clumps of stone and dirt away, revealing their dugout. Three of the mechanical, serpentine Rahkshi stood above them, staffs in hand and ready for use. The one that had unleashed the cyclone stood back. The other two stepped forward. One’s eyes burned with heat energy, while the other burned with just energy. Heat vision and laser vision erupted down into the pit. Onua threw his arms out to his sides, activating his powers, brining up an earthen wall to defend them with. The blasts, as powerful as they were, since they were like vanguards now that Makuta had taken over, still weren’t strong enough to get through this defense. As the wall dropped, Onua threw his arms out again, and slammed them together. The ground beneath the feet of the creatures opened up, swallowing them into the ground. While that tactic wouldn’t work long, it did have an ulterior motive. It crushed them like massive jaws of a vengeful beast. Onua and the others could hear the crunching of mechanical parts as the Rahkshi were destroyed. Onua looked to his squad, “We have to get to those catacombs!” He shouted, pointing at the hole he had been digging, “Get to it!” He looked to the air, where the Rahkshi had gotten in from, “More will only continue to come. I’m in my element here.” “There are more of us to fight!” One Dark Hunter protested, clearly not interested in getting his hands dirty by digging a hole, preferring to leave it to the Toa, despite Onua being in charge. Onua shot him a glare, “If I let the lot of you fight, then you’ll probably all get yourselves killed without taking out enough. I know you’re Dark Hunters, Order members, Toa, Matoran, but even with the powers you all share…minus the Matoran, you can’t win. It’s that simple.” “And what makes you any better?” The Dark Hunter challenged. Onua lifted a claw, and as if to make a point, a pillar of earth slammed from the pit into the air where a Rahkshi loomed over them. The pillar broke through the head, smashing the organic slug creature inside of it, killing it with impact. The body of the machine fell to the pit, lying motionless with stains of the slug-like Kraata still on it. “That’s why.” He said, “I can feel an attack coming. I am in my element, literally. I can defend us all alone. None of you can say that, now can you?” With dead seriousness, his body language matched his tone. He leaned in forward in a way that somehow frightened the Dark Hunter he was addressing. The powerfully built warrior took a step back from the Toa. “Now, do I make myself clear?” Onua questioned, “Get digging.” The Dark Hunter started down into the pit. Clearly after Onua had broken him, the others were to follow, even if some of them were going to comply from the start. They had wanted to see what was about to happen, and see their leader take care of insubordination. Onua shook his head. How could there still be such conflicts in rank of command? The universe was at its end, and surely the people would respect and follow the Toa who were destined to do something about it. Their destiny had been to awaken Mata Nui. They had awoken his body with the spirit of Makuta Teridax. Some might view that as their completed destiny, that they were suckers from the start, and they were to bring unending terror to the world. Some might view it as that they hadn’t finished yet, because Mata Nui was not awakened, but rather, Teridax had been, in a sense. Certainly the people regarding their destiny as the former had a case. No one else really did, not yet. That time wasn’t upon them. That was why they looked to the Nuva for leadership. They believed that they would lead them through the darkness and into the light that would be Mata Nui’s return to them. These Dark Hunters probably didn’t believe in Mata Nui returning. They probably believed in killing Teridax somehow and living in a world like they had before, when Mata Nui had been asleep, and not intrusive, unlike Teridax now was. The Order, on the other hand, would be waiting for Mata Nui’s return. They were a group committed to the Great Spirit, and would surely be awaiting him. He would be the only one they would wait for, fight for. Following the Nuva would bring them closer to that goal, no doubt. Onua threw his fists forward. The ground above them closed, sealing them inside. Surely the Rahkshi already knew where they were, but it would buy some time. The warded ground went off in his mind. He span around, throwing a fist at one of the sloping walls near them. The wall exploded with soil, sediment, and mechanical parts as a few Rahkshi were blown apart when Onua detonated the ground with a burst of his power. He span around. Some Rahkshi had gotten in before he could do anything. It was from a combination of laser and heat vision, so they were blinded at the moment. Onua leapt forward, using the powers of his Kanohi to strengthen himself. His fists tore them in half with single punches, splitting them straight down the middle, also killing the Kraata that controlled them. He looked around, but couldn’t see anything else getting inside. Looking at the new hole, however, portrayed a different scenario. Perhaps one hundred would be waiting above, as he felt out with his powers. He could feel and see some within range, but as he extended, the lines around that hole were massive, with at least one hundred Rahkshi waiting for a shot at the intruders. “Onua!” An Order operative called. “What?” Onua shouted, throwing his arms up, sealing the hole, but that did little good. Holes were being punched in all over the place above them. “We’re in!” The shout returned. “I’ll be right there!” Onua shouted down. He drew his fists to his sides, arms bent. He threw them up, smashing his power into the soil above, sending power tearing through the ground, into the bodies of the Rahkshi. Each mechanical beast erupted into miniature explosions above. He could feel as such happening. With the destruction of this rank of men, Onua leapt into the tunnel. He knew they would be coming in moments, so he threw his arm out behind him, sealing the hole that led into the catacombs. He slid into the darkness, and waited in silence with the others. At least, he hoped it was so, and they weren’t dead, or something. Being naturally used to being underground, his eyes quickly adapted, and he saw everyone, tense, weapons drawn, waiting for anything to happen. “I think we’re safe.” Someone whispered. Sure enough, no one tried to get in again. Onua touched the wall, reaching out with his powers, but felt nothing. The Rahkshi were above, but were wandering, trying to find anything, any signs of the intruders. Onua nodded, not that anyone could see him, he realized. He whispered, “They don’t know where we are.” He walked towards them, waving a hand in the air. He spoke softly again, “I warded it and strengthened it. They can’t get in, but if they do somehow, we’ll know.” One Dark Hunter managed to light his hand ablaze with some power he had. He looked around the room, but only saw one passage out, and it was caved in. “What are we going to do?” He questioned softly. Onua looked at him. He was completely ablaze, like a being of living fire when he had his powers activated. “I don’t know.” Onua said, walking over. He felt the rubble, and nodded, “I’ll see what I can do here.” He informed them, moving the walls apart with his power, reconstructing the passage. He span around. “They got through the extra defenses! They’re coming!” He shouted, no longer needing silence. The others fled through the passage while Onua went in last. As the walls broke down and some Rahkshi got into the catacomb entrance, Onua threw a fist forward. A fist of earth slammed up from the ground, smashing into the Rahkshi, splintering it and destroying it. Onua span and raced after the others. He knew that in the right situation, the right circumstances, he could probably single handedly destroy the entirety of the Rahkshi forces. This wasn’t proper. He knew he could use his powers to destroy the Rahkshi as they entered, using the earthen walls around them to rip Rahkshi apart, but eventually, they would overwhelm him. Using the catacombs and tunnels might work. He might be able to survive long enough to destroy enough Rahkshi. But running for so long, they might run into more and more Rahkshi. They might die, rather than escape. Onua leapt into the passage with the others. He saw a handful of Rahkshi pursuing him, and threw his arm out. The passage was collapsed, crushing some of them. He span around, “I’ll need backup! I can’t do this for too long alone!” The fire manipulator nodded, “I’ve got your back.” An Order member with a bulky body and a large stinger tail, with frail looking wings emerging from his back, came forward. He held no weapons, but he was incredibly powerful, Onua knew. He had seen this man use his tail, or his bare hands, to rip an opponent apart. His other powers could rip enemies apart with kinetic force. “I’ve got his back.” The Order member said. Onua nodded, “Thanks. The rest of you should keep going; we’ll stay back a little farther and attack, holding them off.” The Dark Hunter he had argued with nodded, “I’ll take lead.” “I know you will.” Onua said. He didn’t say it in a way that would mean that he knew this Dark Hunter just wanted to lead, wanted to usurp control, even for only a few minutes potentially. He knew that this Dark Hunter could do it, and he knew that he would do a proper job. The Dark Hunter nodded and rushed out ahead, carrying a large, crescent axe in both hands as he led some more men through the passages. Onua span around, watching as the walls he had blocked were being shattered by shattering and fragmentation powers. Onua threw his arm out, blasting more Rahkshi with his powers, crushing them with claws of earth. As more and more got through, too fast and too many for Onua to continue to crush them, flames erupted from behind him, melting their armor. As too many came for the combination of earthen fists and fire to take down, some of them in the back, that couldn’t get through the narrow passage, suddenly exploded, their potential energy becoming explosive. As some got close, swinging their staffs up for actual attacks, rather than just using powers, they stopped. Their kinetic energy was being drained away, and now that they had potential energy only, they were exploding. Onua took a step back, getting a bigger look out of the area. He threw both hands forward, putting his palms towards each other. He let out a cry and threw them out, and then, slammed them together. Spikes of earth shot up in front of him, impaling Rahkshi every moment. The spikes also started to create a problem, blocking more Rahkshi from getting inside. He turned, “Let’s move.” He ordered, rushing through the dark tunnel into the next set of small rooms. He saw the others waiting for them. “Down!” A Toa of Lightning shouted. Onua dropped down. She unleashed a bolt of twisting, curling lightning from her palm. It sliced and crackled through the air, smashing into a Rahkshi that was pursuing them, having managed to remain hidden from the onslaught Onua and his two men had brought on. When the body fell, the Toa nodded to Onua, smiling to him. “Thanks.” Onua said. He moved forward, “Ok, we need to find a way out of here, now.” He said. He looked around, and then, not noticing anything odd, he put his hand to the ground, feeling out the layouts of the tunnels with his powers. “I found something…odd.” He said. “What?” The flame Dark Hunter asked. Onua rose, “I don’t know. Let’s move towards it.” He said, running into one of the tunnels and out of sight for a few moments, before the others caught up to him. As they ran for a few minutes, Onua stopped. He pointed to the flame manipulator, who threw his arms out, setting ablaze multiple torches affixed to the walls. As they burned, lightstones activated, allowing more light to flood inside. They walked around, looking at a silver, rounded dais in the center of the room. Onua ran his hand over it, and it sprang to life, shining under his hand. A complex knowledge of the entire island flooded his mind. He reached his powers into the dais, and realized something. “Everyone…” He said, his voice trembling with excitement, “Odina will be ours. I control the island, now. I can see everything, and…I can reach my power inside. I can reach my power anywhere on this island!”Gali’s nature changes as she leads forces across Zakaz, becoming a warrior that the Skakdi would be proud of. Next time, Legacy 6: Delusions of the Past Part 4: Toa Gali!Review

Chapter 16: Time and Again, Part 2 “What can we do, Turaga Gorma?” Hoji asked as his wounds were tended to by Eri, using her Water abilities to heal the entire team in turn. “An enemy who can reverse time to return attacks, and then use the energy that could have happened in order to attack…” Gorma muttered, shaking his head, “I’ve never heard of such a thing. How long was the reversal, did you say?” “Around ten seconds.” Agri stated, being the next to get healed after Eri finished with Hoji. “He could hit everything around him? In a circle?” Gorma questioned. “He could stop our attacks from all sides at once.” Rei confirmed. “What are you getting at?” Magis questioned Gorma. “I believe that if one of you attacks him, then he reverses that attack. From that point, as he prepares to launch an attack, one of you has to strike as fast as you can; a melee strike. It can’t be anything else; a blaster attack would get reversed; you saw that. Hit him hard and fast with a melee. If he reverses that, then another of you must strike, and so on.” “Unless he reverses us all at once as soon as we get close to him.” Magis said bitterly. “We can be fast enough.” Hoji said, “I know it.” “Why didn’t you finish them?” Bandiaca demanded of Geki. “My gem was weakening, Mistress Bandiaca.” Geki replied, “I cannot defeat someone of their caliber without my time powers.” “Then I shall improve your powers.” Bandiaca said, holding her staff out, “Geki; come to me.” He walked closer, standing before her. Power poured out of her staff, washing over Geki. His body was fully enveloped in the crimson, sparkling power that she released from herself. When the light faded, Geki stood. New. Transformed. Silver armor overlaying almost all of his gray; longer, more regal leg armor, a shimmering chest piece with the crimson inset crystal with lairs of silver; silver shoulder pieces, as well as arm pieces, and long, sweeping downward arm guards that doubled as weapons, in silver. He had silver wing-like pieces of armor on his back for limited flight as well as defense, wielding the same staff as prior to his transformation, as well as the same helm. Geki was transformed into a new, more powerful warrior; a new, greater form. One form that would be capable of eliminating the Cyril with ease. This time, he would win. “I would like to wait one day to see how my new powers feel on my body; if you permit it, Mistress Bandiaca.” Geki said. “Very well.” Bandiaca allowed, “But when you go into battle, remember, you are no longer Geki. From now on, you are Gekisou.” Gekisou nodded, “Understood, Mistress.” Cesare watched events transpire from another chamber; spying in through the wall, through a small hole he had made for himself. He wanted to see how things were progressing, and what he could learn about this mysterious Geki and his mental state. When he saw Geki transform into Gekisou, Cesare realized that Geki was lost. Surely Bandiaca would realize her control had been defeated, somehow, by using her powers on him. Surely that when her control went out to him now, she would feel her influence was very weak, if existent at all, on him. She never showed realization of anything. Cesare slid to the ground, shaking his head, wondering what he could possibly do. There were no real options anymore, as far as he could decide. If he stayed, he would likely lose himself. If he stayed, however, he would gain power, maybe even become something greater, just as Geki became Gekisou. But would it be worth it? Possibly losing himself for power? Possibly becoming a mindless puppet for power? Even if he could somehow regain himself, how? This was a great conundrum for him. Should he heed Eri’s advice and leave Bandiaca and her minions? That seemed to be the smartest thing he could do at this point. She didn’t know what else he could possibly do anymore. Siding with the others might be his best choice. If Gekisou was capable of killing the Cyril, then what was Cesare’s point? It was his job to eliminate them, but with this inner turmoil, he wasn’t facing them anymore. Would he be replaced? Enslaved? Or given free will and doing menial duties compared to his current standing? Cesare rose to his feet, fingering his Rouze Blade. Should he attack Gekisou? Eliminate him? Prove to Bandiaca that he is still her greatest warrior, and the man who would slay the Toa Cyril? Or was he better off fleeing to Cyril Nui? Fleeing to join the Toa Cyril or losing all hope? He knew that staying behind would be the worst thing he could do; he would lose all hope by staying behind. But yet, he had his pride and his principles. He couldn’t go to the Toa Cyril after all of the fights, after everything. He had stated that they were simply to make him stronger through fighting them. They knew that. How could he go to them? But what else could he do? “Is everyone clear on the plans?” Hoji questioned the others in the dead of night, after a rigorous few hours of training against a ten second timer. The others all nodded in agreement with him. When Geki returned, they would all be ready to defeat him. They now knew what they had to do to defeat the time manipulator. Gorma looked to all of them, “You’ve all taken what I’ve told you to heart. I know that. If you need assistance, then send a blast of Fire to the sky, and I will do what I can to support you.” “Support us?” Magis questioned, “You’ve never done anything of the sort in the past; you’re not a warrior anymore.” “This enemy is different.” Gorma said, “I know how to help, if you need me.” “We’ll take that to heart, Turaga.” Hoji told Gorma, nodding to show his thanks for the support that he would give. Even if it wasn’t much, it raised his spirits, at the least, to know that their mentor would be there for them. “Now, everyone, rest. Don’t worry about patrol this night.” Gorma said, “I will see to it. Just rest after the battle and training today. You all need it.” “Thank you, Turaga.” Hoji said, “But…” Agri put a hand on Hoji’s shoulder, “Rest. We need it. Don’t worry about the patrols; Gorma can handle it.” Rei nodded, “Hoji, just do what the Turaga has told us to do.” Hoji nodded, “Yeah, ok.” He watched as Turaga Gorma left the temple, “Well then; let’s rest. We don’t know when the enemy will return.” “Would you like any of my machines for this attack?” M’hou questioned Gekisou. The more powerful warrior shook his head, “No; I don’t need any. But yes; I would like some.” M’hou eyed him warily. He was seeing the mannerisms in the other man’s speech, much like how others had seen it in battle, and how Cesare had seen it when Geki had left the day before. M’hou thought nothing of it, after a moment, and nodded, “How many?” “Fifty Anaroids. Ten Batsuroids.” Gekisou answered, walking away, “I will move out on my own; have them sent after they are ready.” M’hou nodded, “Understood.” He said as Gekisou left the chamber. Cesare turned around a corner, “M’hou, did you notice it?” M’hou turned, surprised by Cesare standing there, “Notice what, Cesare?” “You are bound to Bandiaca’s will. You have your own personality, though. How is that?” Cesare questioned, instead of explaining. “I give everything for my Mistress, so she allows me to have some of my own self.” He replied. “And Geki?” Cesare questioned, “Was he like this? Had he had some of his own personality leftover?” “Most warriors do not; I am special.” M’hou said, “Some show their own personalities in small ways, but barely any. Geki was too dangerous, so he was completely overridden by Mistress’s powers. He has no such personality anymore.” “Then what was it that we just saw?” Cesare questioned, “His manners of speech time-to-time show some personality. At the least, they aren’t showing that he’s under complete control.” M’hou had to nod in agreement, “It certainly is curious. Perhaps when he gained that new form?” “No.” Cesare said, “I noticed before Bandiaca gave him that power; that new form. No. Something is definitely wrong here. I really don’t think that Geki, or Gekisou, whatever, is under Bandiaca’s control. I think he’s playing her. Playing us. Using us.” “For what purpose?” M’hou questioned, “I don’t see what point anything like that would serve.” “Neither do I.” Cesare said, shrugging, “But I’m determined to find out.” He turned to leave, but turned back, pointing to M’hou, “Don’t you dare tell anyone else about this conversation. Do you understand?” M’hou nodded, “Yes; I understand.” “Good.” Cesare said, walking out of the small laboratory. Gekisou set down; his wings retracting back to cover himself. He walked closer towards where he had fought the Toa the day before. There was a sizeable clearing there from the damage that had occurred. That would be where he would face them again. Both for nostalgia and for the arena it provided them. As soon as he arrived, he noticed a Turaga of Air. Gorma stood there, watching Gekisou, and then raised his hand to the sky, sending a small twisting ball of Air up to twist the clouds of the overcast skies. A signal. “What was that?” Gekisou demanded. He soon heard the sounds of the approaching Anverius X3 vehicles and saw the five Toa dismounting, surrounding him with weapons drawn. “Do you really think you can hold a chance against defeating me?” He demanded. “We will defeat you.” Hoji said, drawing his Blade Blaster up, “No matter what form you take, we will defeat you!” The others all raced forward at the same time as Hoji. Gekisou watched them all, turning around to keep an eye on each Toa. And then, Hoji, Eri and Agri stopped running. Rei leapt forward, changing her weapon and firing, while Magis slashed, sending a blade of Air rippling forward. Gekisou activated his powers. His crimson crystal flashed, reverting Rei’s blast and Magis’s strike back to them. He fired half of his bolt at Rei, the other half at Magis. It seemed that he had learned how to do so during his upgrade. As he was firing, Eri was racing forward as fast as she could. When Gekisou turned to strike Magis, he noticed her, but still fired on Magis. As she neared, she slid towards him, slashing at his chest. He reversed her, so Agri raced forward at his back, drawing his sword back for a strike. As Gekisou fired on Eri, Magis shouted, sending an Air blast. Gekisou reversed it and fired on Magis. Magis had taken such a shot to buy Agri some more time. As Gekisou turned finally to Agri, the Toa of Earth was upon him. He shouted and slashed down with both hands, using all of his strength in the attack, attempting to cleave the crystal in half, hopefully along with Gekisou himself. Gekisou lifted his left arm, parrying with the sloping armor coming off of his arm. He rammed the prongs of his staff into Agri, knocking him back, and then span around, slamming it into his head before drawing his arm back and ramming it forward again, sending Agri tumbling to the ground. Agri switched modes and fired. Gekisou reversed the attack and fired his energy bolt into Agri, taking him down. Hoji leapt up, coming down at Gekisou’s side. He span around, slashing at Gekisou’s back. The wing armor protected Bandiaca’s warrior from his attack. “You didn’t try to reverse me.” Hoji hissed. “You’re a good one, Toa.” Gekisou said, “I have no interest in taking you down that way. Not with this new form of mine.” Hoji was only buying time. Rei was coming up, lifting her weapon and firing from Gekisou’s side, aiming at the crystal. Gekisou span out of the way, letting Hoji take the hit and fall back, sparks flying from the darkened point of impact. Gekisou leapt forward, pinning Rei to the ground, an end of his staff at her throat, threatening to crush it. “Let me tell you something.” He hissed, “Your village? I caused that.” “You…” Rei muttered, trying to lift a hand to attack, but he held her wrist down with his foot. “Not me, per say.” Gekisou said, “My people. They were great experiments, by the way. It was unfortunate that we didn’t get you, a Toa, at the same time.” “Rei!” Hoji shouted. She screamed and threw her hand up, firing from her free left hand. Lightning sizzled around her palm, but he was already reversing it right back, blasting her at point blank with his destructive energy attack, keeping her down and in critical condition. Hoji raced forward, but Agri got up and took the charge instead. Hoji slowed and saw the others getting up, ready to use the strategy again. They were devoted; loyal. They were willing to risk themselves in such a needless way in order to try to take him down, all so Hoji would have another chance. They knew that he would have the best chance. After all, in his fight with Chouri, he had evaded point blank attacks and hammered him constantly with similar strikes. He was a professional in every sense of the word when it came to combat. The type of combat that they needed. As Hoji watched his comrades falling one by one, his anger built. He threw his hand to the sky and unleashed a blast of Fire. It provided a momentary distraction as Gekisou glanced to it, and it gave more meaning to Gorma, who was already standing there. It told Gorma that Hoji was truly accepting him as a man willing to do anything for the Toa he saw as his pupils. He pulled at his robes and pulled a sleek Kanohi mask out. He shouted and threw it to Hoji while Gekisou was distracted. Hoji took it and put it over his own Kanohi, taking on the power of this new mask of power. As Gekisou span to deal with Agri, slashing him with his energized staff, Hoji used the power of the mask. It was a Kualsi, Mask of Quick Travel. Hoji appeared right in front of Gekisou before the other man could do anything about it. And before he could act or reverse time, Hoji impaled him with his Blade Blaster, running the crystal through. “You’re done.” Hoji said, tearing his weapon free and spinning around, using the force of the spin to deliver more damage into his slash, cutting Gekisou to the ground, but only to one knee. As he looked up, the Blade Blaster was to his face in firearm mode, charging a Fire blast. Hoji fired, throwing Gekisou down the street. He fired down another street without looking, pouring most of his power into a single blast that wiped out the oncoming machine forces. Hoji refused to collapse despite his weakness. He stood and watched Gekisou burning, his armor sparking from all of the damage. He threw his hands up, dropping his staff, “Long live the Foundation!” He screamed, collapsing, the flames consuming his body and killing him. “Foundation?” Hoji muttered. He glanced to the side, seeing Eri healing Rei. He would be sure to inform her after she awoke. She might know more about the fate of her people than she thought, if she knew about his group and what Gekisou said. Hoji then fell to his knees, and then the ground, ready to rest from this fight.“Is it time? Is it time for me to make a choice? But what do I decide to do? Do I fight for justice? For myself? What choice do I make? Next time: “Chapter 17: Choices” Here I go.”Review

Legacy 4: Delusions of the Past Part 2—Toa Lewa! Lewa stood overlooking the fortress in the middle of the Southern Continent. This fortress was meant to be held at all costs for the sake of defeating the Makuta. When he had been assigned there he had questioned how one fortress could defeat Makuta. Then, the Order had introduced him to one of their members. This tall, muscular warrior was clad in pure white armor, like freshly fallen snow, and like hope and purity. He had been referred to as the only one who truly stood a chance against defeating Teridax and freeing the universe from his oppression. This Order member had been described as well, when Lewa had pressed for more information, as being a psychic of some sort. As a psychic, his abilities would allow him to negate the physical world around him through his unique biology. He was one of a kind. He was one of a kind in species, in power, and in the fact that he was the one who could defeat Teridax. He was in the universe, but also, separated from it. He couldn’t be touched by Teridax’s power, since Teridax was the universe itself. He could take a physical blow, however, and that would end it for him. A knife into his heart would do the same if he had these powers or not. At least with his psychic abilities he was a little more defended, but could die just as easily as anyone else at the same time. By being separated from the universe, he was able to use his powers freely. He had warded the fortress, making it protected from Makuta’s attacks. Only outside attacks could get at it now, and due to the nature of the spell he used, the walls were stronger, much more easily defendable. He was slowly working his way towards defeating Makuta. Using his powers, he would be able to drive into another universe, drive out of it, back into this universe, and right into Makuta’s soul, able to drag it away to end his life, but at the cost of the psychic’s own. He was taking the risk. He didn’t care if he died, as long as everyone else would be safe. Lewa had used his Adaptive Armor, like the rest, to go into what was considered to be their greatest forms. These forms were meant to draw out the most of their powers for use against any and every enemy. Lewa’s main body was lime green covering dark green, as well as having a lime green slicked back Kanohi. On his legs he had light green armor overlaid with darker green. He had dark green from the knees on down, but with lime green “claws” coming down as extra armor. He had lime green at his ankles, and dark green feet. His arms were all dark green. He had claw-like armor draping down the outsides of both of his arms, adding a more dangerous look to him. He had a three bladed propeller on his back to focus his Air powers through for his own use, and for flight. He carried a wicked axe in his right hand, both of his hands being lime green. The axe had a main blade coming out farther and going up farther, with two sickle-like blades curved down, one on each side. They were set lower than the other blade, thus the middle blade rose above it. His left hand held a large weapon that doubled as a shield and a two bladed claw. His job had been to lead his forces, as a Toa Nuva, through hard terrain and to launch attacks anywhere he could. After all, Makuta would only have so many men around. So many Exo-Toa, so many Rahi with infected Kanohi, so many Rahkshi and Visorak, which had somehow come back, even after it was seen to that the Visorak were wiped out of the world of the living with a volcanic eruption. Being with the psychic had been a unique experience. Whenever danger came, the man used his ability as a “hole in the world” to hide from Makuta while obliterating his forces with blasts of power. Makuta had even appeared to them once in the body of a Matoran, controlling the body with his mind. He had been confused by the sight of the psychic, since he felt as though he didn’t exist. He was confused, and before he could get answers, was killed by the psychic’s powers. Unfortunately, only the Matoran died, and the Makuta lived on. Lewa’s party consisted of the Order psychic, a handful of Order operatives and servants, some Dark Hunters, and about three Toa of various skill levels. Some Matoran had been with them, but had been killed trying to hold off an attack from some Rahkshi. They had been brave, but had died for the cause of freedom. Lewa looked down. The fortress was positioned atop a large plateau, and with the large, towering walls, they were mostly safe. Even the attacks of any enemies with ranged powers did little if anything to the walls. Their only hope was to get inside, where the power of the psychic would get a clear shot at them, but also where they could attack. Lewa felt no danger standing at the edge of a wall. As he looked over it, he remembered that they couldn’t get at him because of the height of the building, as well as the power of the psychic had shielded most of the area around them as well, making a sky attack impossible by powering the airspace with energy, killing anything that would try to fly through. Going over the walls was their only way. They didn’t appear to be trying anything like making a ramp, though. Lewa guessed they were pretty safe in the fortress, at least. He turned around to take a look at the Dark Hunter who was relieving him of duty. This Dark Hunter was a strange one, named Vanisher. He was fairly small in stature, but could create fields that would allow for a teleportation based travel. Lewa nodded, walking down the walkway and to the inner depths of the fortress. He knew that if anyone even tried to attack with Vanisher there, the Dark Hunter could return the attacks without a second thought. As Lewa walked into the main, inner rooms of the fortress, he saw increasing security as he walked. He knew that the reason for the security was for the sake of the entire universe. He was approaching the rooms that had been blocked off for exclusive use of the psychic. They all knew he was their only real chance of survival, of winning, so they allowed him all the room he needed. Lewa took the next corner, getting away from security to continue onto the rooms he used. The central rooms had to be passed to get anywhere else, and those central rooms were where the psychic was. One had to pass by security to get at their rooms. Lewa paused when he reached his rooms. He had put his left hand on the knob while his claw shield rested on his wrist. He thought he heard something. He remained still. He had learned long ago, over this past year, not to doubt even the slightest feeling of something being wrong. It could mean life or death. He had been in multiple situations where there was something very minor that felt off, but it had been ignored. Not everyone had gotten out alive each time. Many times most of them died in those instances. He closed his eyes, focusing his powers. Feeling the wind through the bunker, he felt out the odd areas, trying to carry sound to him, if there was any. No, it was just a sensation. Then, there was sound. “The main gates have been breached!” Someone shouted. Lewa threw his weapon into hand and raced down the hall towards the main gate. Other men fell in behind him, but most remained to protect the psychic. Others went other ways, such as topside to make sure things were safe up there. Lewa stopped. He saw Vanisher floating in the air in front of the oncoming horde of Rahkshi, Rahi, Visorak and Exo-Toa. He realized it. Vanisher had let them in. “What have you done?” Lewa screamed, lifting his axe. Vanisher smiled grimly, “Do you know who I am?” “You’re a Dark Hunter.” Lewa growled. “I am a servant of the Brotherhood of Makuta.” Vanisher said in a near whisper. Lewa looked at the situation. He was up against a Dark Hunter who was a Brotherhood servant with the power to open dimensional gates, trap the opponent’s power against them, and use it right back, as well as a small army of men behind him. Alone, he had no hope of victory. “Surrender the psychic and we’ll let you go, Lewa.” Vanisher offered. “No.” Lewa said, lowering his axe. He knew he had only one shot at this. If Vanisher survived, their plans were in great peril. He could use the psychic’s power against him, or, go right to him with his ability. He had to be instantly eliminated. The propeller on Lewa’s back began to spin as he started to use his powers. The wind in the room began to pick up, all of it funneling around Lewa at one point, and the small army at the other, making a field around them. “What are you going to do?” Vanisher demanded, lifting his spear. Lewa propelled himself forward, ready to end the fight. He slashed down with his axe, but Vanisher was gone, appearing behind him. Lewa expected as much. Changing the direction of the flow of wind in the room, he span around without having to use a single muscle, making Vanisher’s spear miss him. Riding the current of air, he appeared at his foe’s side, slamming his axe into Vanisher. The white, violet and gray armored warrior cried out and winked away, appearing farther back, by his forces. Lewa landed in front of the oncoming reinforcements. He glanced back, “Let me get Vanisher! Then the rest of you can take the rest!” The men made no moves against his orders. Lewa hefted his axe up and floated again. He flew on the air currents, driving in at Vanisher. Vanisher spread his wings and flew in at Lewa. He also used the air currents to his advantage, flying in a circle with Lewa, neither of them making a move. Lewa used his propeller to stop himself and slam back, smashing into Vanisher. The double agent’s face smashed into the propeller as it span, wounding him, forcing him to fly to the side to get away from otherwise certain death. Lewa span around, backhanding him with his shield weapon, throwing Vanisher to the ground. As Vanisher rose, he lifted his spear high, activating its powers. A dimensional portal opened right beside Lewa. As it opened all the way, a bolt of power erupted from it, flying with certain aim for Lewa. Lewa flipped in the air, spinning to the side. He slid on the balls of his feet, span towards Vanisher, and ducked, throwing his left hand forward as his weapon secured itself to his wrist. A ball of wind flew through the air, for Vanisher. Vanisher would have no idea what it was, and would promptly absorb it into another dimension for use against Lewa, despite being of the same element as the attack he unleashed. As if on cue, Vanisher used his powers, negating the attack into another dimension. Lewa dashed forward, lifting his axe high. “Air is the deadliest element.” Vanisher hissed, “It can rip anything apart by just condensing it into blades. I’m sure even you would die by it before you could absorb it.” “What?” Lewa shouted in an act of surprise. Opening the gate, the ball of wind erupted, flying in at Lewa. Lewa gave himself a private smile in his own mind at his trick. The ball bent out of the way and came to his feet. He pushed off of the ball, using it for extra propulsion, coming closer and faster in at Vanisher. “What?” The surprised warrior shouted. Lewa lifted his axe high, and slashed Vanisher across the chest, leaving three deep cuts across his chest armor. Vanisher stumbled back, crumpling to his knees, holding the wounds in his hand. Lewa slid past him and span around, throwing blades of wind forward. Vanisher saw it coming and negated it, only to open it again right behind Lewa. “I’m not that foolish.” Lewa said, using the spinning propeller to bring the blades in and around his body. He threw his axe upwards, channeling his powers into the field of air around them. The entire field came centralized right around the axe. As he swung the weapon down, the massive eruption of wind smashed into Vanisher, condensed, and suddenly released, ripping him apart, leaving only a scream behind. Lewa smiled at his victory. His expression turned serious as he turned to look at the approaching horde of Makuta minions. He dashed back, allowing his fellows to rush into battle with them. He took out the inside man, the mole, the double agent, the leader of these men. Now it was time for his men to deal with the other soldiers. As the battle erupted, Lewa heard someone shouting for him. He raced as fast as he could down the hallways, only to see that somehow, the enemies had made it inside already. There were corpses from both sides. Rahkshi and defenders of the psychic. Vanisher had let them in another way, it seemed. Lewa pushed into the central rooms, looking for the psychic. He saw him floating there, as always, energy flowing around him as he channeled it in preparation of unleashing it on the universe in an attempt on the Makuta’s life. “Good…he’s safe.” Lewa sighed with relief. Cold dread washed over him. He turned around to see a black and gray armored Toa in familiar armor, but with some modifications to it. He had gray feet, black legs, gray armor above the knees with black overlaying it. He had a gray body with a black, spiked piece of armor across his chest, with two spikes of armor going to the sides of his head. He had short arms, with black, curled armor going out to the sides, and short, muscular black arms beneath, with gray fists. He carried a single bladed staff that was very familiar. Most shockingly, his Kanohi was a gray Kanohi Avohkii, Mask of Light. “Takanuva?” Lewa breathed. The Toa swung his staff into Lewa, slashing him aside. Lewa rolled and came to his knees. He lunged forward with a shout, lifting his axe high. Takanuva span around, ducking it. He slammed the bladed edge of his weapon into Lewa’s chest, and used the momentum of a twist to throw Lewa away, smashing him into a wall. Lewa slid down, but he didn’t stay down. He threw his arm forward, sending blades of wind erupting through the air at this twisted Takanuva. He glared at the wind, and lifted his palm. Black energy—Shadows—flew through the air, smashing through the wind and punching into Lewa’s chest, throwing him into some furnishings against the wall. He slid down, breaking them on impact. He looked up, dazed, at the unsuspecting psychic, lost in one of his deep trances. He was about to die and didn’t even know it. Most of their hopes of defeating Teridax would die with him. Lewa cried out, but his voice seemed very small. He couldn’t shout loud enough, not with the pain he was in. He pushed himself back to his feet, but couldn’t move forward very easily. He let out a cry of frustration, triggering his powers and propeller, along with his Miru, Mask of Levitation. He threw himself through the air with this combination. He drew his fist back, and threw the clawed punch into his foe’s chest. The Takanuva stumbled back and ducked, spinning around. He plowed the tip of his staff into Lewa’s gut and threw him aside with a blast of Shadow. Returning to his mission, he lifted his still glowing staff up at the psychic, and released his power. “No!” Lewa screamed, his voice penetrating every wall. Their greatest hope was gone. Next to him, after wind blades had gone through, was a gray Avohkii, a moment too late.Onua believes he has found the one way to help boost morale of most of his men, as well as deal a blow to Teridax’s established forces. Next time, Legacy 5: Delusions of the Past Part 3: Toa Onua!Review

I am very proud to see you skipping Tennant. I wish I would have, but jumping in between Series 3 and 4, starting on reruns on PBS of Series 1...yeah, no foresight. Just a need to watch.

Chapter 15: Time and Again, Part 1 Cesare was in turmoil. Internally, he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Eri had bested him; she had also spoken to him and spared him. She had shared her darker past with him, sins that she would likely not want to relive or think about. She had been a member of the Dark Hunters; a killer by nature. She had even abandoned her Toa Code; her ways that came with her life. It was only thanks to another Dark Hunter that she had become better; that she had become a proper Toa once more. She had told this information to Cesare when they had fought each other. What Cesare was currently doing was almost like what she had done in the past. She had done it for security; so she knew she would have an actual life, even if it was one filled with killing and savagery. Cesare was siding with and fighting for Bandiaca for the sake of getting stronger; the sake of training himself against worthy opponents, such as the Toa Cyril. He was making the same mistakes; the same sins. Were they worth making? As Cesare sat against the wall of the cave, he glanced up to see ‘Forte’ looking at him. The mechanical warrior continued on and stood before Bandiaca, “If the Toa isn’t willing, I know who we can use.” “Who?” The witch questioned. “I need your permission before I send him.” ‘Forte’ said, “That should be all I need to tell you.” A smile came across Bandiaca’s face. When Cesare looked, he couldn’t tell if it was a smile to signify a good idea; of approval, or if it was a smile that represented contempt at the idea of using whoever this warrior was. But after a few moments, it was clearly a smile of a good idea. “Bring him here.” She said coolly. ‘Forte’ bowed and vanished out the entrance. In a few moments he returned with a warrior in tow. As Cesare watched them enter, he didn’t think much of this warrior. He had silver and gray armor, basic and unadorned, except for a crimson crystal inset in his chest. He had silver feet and legs, a gray and silver chest with more silver overlaying it, and gray arms and hands. He had a sleek, silver Kanohi mask or helmet, and carried a basic staff weapon that ended in two, large curved ribbed prongs.He didn’t look opposing, but he was one of the most dangerous of Bandiaca’s warriors. “Who is he?” Cesare questioned across the room to Bandiaca, “He doesn’t look very impressive to me.” “This is Geki.” Bandiaca said, “He is arguably my greatest warrior. He has the competency of one who has not given themselves to me, but is fully under my command, because he has.” She said, not informing Cesare of her Kanohi Zeyat which would rob one of their free will and make them her slaves. She didn’t tell him in case she would use it on him someday. It was as Eri had told him. He wouldn’t know how he would fall to her will. She wasn’t telling him. “What can Geki do?” Cesare questioned. “Permission to answer?” Geki asked Bandiaca. Bandiaca smiled at his ways. He was fully under her control, asking for permission for even the smallest of things; yet extremely deadly in battle, apparently. “Answer him.” Bandiaca told Geki. Geki nodded and turned to Cesare. He pointed with his left hand to the crimson crystal inset into his chest armor, “This is my greatest power. Only I can use it.” “Mind sharing what it is?” Cesare questioned. “It has no title or name. Its powers are all that matter.” Geki said, “It gives me the power to stop attacks, and…” Cesare whipped his arm forward, throwing an Ice dart forward. Geki was fast. His crystal shone for a split second and the attack seemed to reverse, right back into Cesare’s hand. When he looked up, energy was filling the gap of the prongs of Geki’s weapon. The energy flew forward and slammed into Cesare, taking him down. “It can allow me to stop attacks and reverse time for ten seconds.” He finished, “The potential energy of what could have happened – what was reversed – is then transferred into my weapon, allowing me to use destructive blasts of energy, as you experienced.” Cesare nodded. His entire chest shield was covered in black from the impact. “Good.” He muttered, “You are strong.” “As Mistress Bandiaca says.” He stated simply. Cesare didn’t like him. There was something off about him. When he was talking earlier he seemed to show signs of not being under Bandiaca’s control. Some of his word choices didn’t seem as static; they seemed to have at least some personality to them, even if only a little. Was her power not perfect? Could her will be overcome? Did Cesare have hope, should he fall prey to her? Or was Geki not controlled? Was she wrong? But how could she be? She obviously put them under her control, so how was it that she would have used her abilities, whatever they were, and never realized they didn’t work? It didn’t add up. Bandiaca was a very capable and competent woman. There was no way she would have noticed that her powers failed to work on him. He must have overcome it somehow, then. His mind must have eventually started to take back control. But did that mean that he was acting, now, or was it only slightly that he was regaining his control? No matter what the answer was, Cesare needed to know, for his own potential sake. Geki and his troop of Anaroids, numbering around sixty, along with around fifteen Batsuroids, stood at the shore of the island, having just been sent by Bandiaca’s powers. They made their move, heading into the island; the machines firing on things as they went, doing damage to the surroundings of the dystopian island with its perpetual gray sky. Geki watched as they destroyed whatever they could find and killed any Matoran they could find. Any who tried to flee, any who were pulled out of buildings through the destruction. None were spared of his attack. Soon Geki could hear sounds. Sounds that had to be the approach of the Anverius X3 vehicles that the Toa Cyril used. He could see their vehicles approaching and the Toa dismounting and rushing at him, ready to fight. The Toa of Fire threw his right arm forward, snapping his fingers, “The burning heart of passion! Toa Hoji!” The Toa of Earth brought both arms up, bringing them together and passing both in front of his chest and face in almost a full circle, turning his closed fists up and his blades out to the sides. He brought them to rest by his hips, bending his elbows there, “The overpowering strength of the ground! Toa Agri!” The Toa of Water held her right arm out, spinning her weapon around her hand. As she did this, she brought her other arm up, bending it underneath her outstretched right arm, bracing it as she lowered the weapon down, pointing the tip at the enemy forces, “The serene and soothing waves! Toa Eri!” The Toa of Air span around, throwing his arms out to the side, using his powers to send some leaves at his feet around his body. He reached his right hand up as he lowered his left, brushing his fingers across the forehead of his Kanohi. He cast his arm sideways after that, “The magnificent gale! Toa Magis!” The Toa of Lightning went last, sending both arms forward and making a circle with them in the air in front of her body, stopping when they reached each other again. A small spark danced between her hands, “The sizzling sensation of lightning! Toa Rei!”“Five Toa destined to rid this island of the accursed witch! We are the Toa Cyril!” They shouted as one.“Finally.” Geki said, lifting his weapon, “Come face me!” “Rei; take command.” Hoji said, staying back. “Why?” She questioned. “Cesare is likely to strike; as per usual.” He replied, “He’s kind of obvious; he attacks while he has another warrior attack at the same time somewhere else. Though it puzzles me; they don’t bring soldiers with them.” “Maybe Cesare isn’t involved today.” Eri said, “After my duel with him, he might be sitting it out.” “You really think he’s changed?” Agri questioned. “I believe he can change.” She replied. “I doubt that.” Magis said, “Once one way, always that way.” “I changed.” Eri told him sternly. Magis hated to admit that; he also hated to admit that he had changed as well as a Matoran. He hadn’t told them that, though. So he kept quiet. However, he didn’t believe that Cesare was capable of change. Agri lifted his knuckle weapons, “I’ll lead the charge through the machines to the commander. Rei?” She nodded, “Agri moves through first. I’ll go next, using my Lightning to keep the machines at bay. Eri, Magis, flank myself and Agri and cut down anything in the way so that we can reach the enemy.” They all raced forward to carry out the orders. Agri threw punch after punch, smashing through the Anaroids and a few Batsuroids who opposed him. Rei did a lot of damage by spreading out her Lightning, frying circuits and stunning machines. The other two managed to use their longer ranged weaponry to cut down enemies behind the paralyzed ones who were trying to get through. Hoji stood back and watched as they reached Geki. Agri leapt forward, shouting and throwing a punch. Geki smiled, his chest crystal flashed. Agri was thrown back. But no; he wasn’t. He was back where he had started from, as if he hadn’t jumped forward at all. He looked absolutely confused, along with the others at what had just happened. “I don’t know what you did, but I will not let it stand!” Agri shouted, racing forward again. But now he could see the energy charged between the tips of his foe’s weapon. As Geki threw it, Agri shook his head. “That won’t stop me!” He shouted, throwing his hand forward, bringing up a wall of Earth to take the shot. Only the others could see Geki’s crystal flash; Agri couldn’t, with the Earth wall in the way. The wall receded and Agri moved backwards, but not of his own accord. The energy bolt still flew forward, smashing into him, throwing him to the ground. “My turn.” Hoji said, approaching Geki, his Blade Blaster arm up, the weapon resting on his shoulder. He dropped his arm quickly, braced his right with his left, and opened fire. Geki threw the second energy bolt forward, using the energy from his second manipulation to strike quickly, overriding Hoji’s attack and taking the Toa of Fire down. He, like Agri, screamed in pain. Like Agri, his chest was burned black. “Hoji!” Rei shouted, throwing a blast of Lightning off of her hand, over his body, and at Geki. His crystal flashed again, sending time back and sending the Lightning back into Rei’s hand. She fired again, but once more, it was blocked. At the moment that it was sent back, Eri and Magis struck, now that they were finished with the Anaroids, and only a few Batsuroids were left. They released a Storm, lashing it out at the remaining machines and at Geki. Geki reversed their attack; but only the prong that shot in his direction. The Batsuroids still went down, ending the machine threat on this attack, but Geki remained safe. He threw both bolts of power. One smashed into the ground in front of Magis and Eri, using the rock fragments to send them flying back, while the other bolt struck Rei head on, taking her down. “You are all too weak.” Geki said simply, “My powers are so much stronger than yours.” Hoji lifted his Blade Blaster; only slightly. Not enough for Geki to notice. He pulled the trigger, taking a shot at the crystal. It reversed and the bolt smashed into Hoji, causing him to scream in absolute pain from his downed position. “You cannot defeat me.” Geki reiterated. “I can try.” Hoji hissed, swaying to his feet despite the pain, “I am the leader of the Toa Cyril! I am supposed to lead us to your defeat! I will see to it that you lose!” He screamed, throwing his right hand up. The Dragon Missile flew around above him, coming down to rest on his arm. He gripped the handle and pulled the trigger, shouting as the massive eruption of Fire raced forward towards Geki. “You don’t learn.” He said, reversing time again. But as soon as it happened, Hoji used his Blade Blaster in his free left hand, firing a single shot. Reversed again. “I am that fast.” Geki said to Hoji’s shocked face. He threw the double energy bolt forward, compressing them into one attack. It smashed into Hoji, sending him flying back, screaming in pain, much louder than before. His voice seemed as if it could pierce the sky; he hoped it would pierce the other Toa and bring them back to the fight. The moment he hit the ground, the others were getting up and joining him. They grouped together and presented their various weapons.Hoji put the Missile out. Magis put his Topgaler in, making it act as a leg for the Missile, while Eri put her weapon in to do the same. Rei lined it with daggers, providing some support or legs for it, while Agri finished by placing his knuckle weapons on as well to help support it. Hoji stood right behind it, throwing his right arm out over it. The others stood, two on each side of him, throwing their arms out. “Cyril Buster!” They shouted, unleashing the Elemental Power from their hands, into their Toa Tools and into the weapon as a whole. The immense burst of power flew forward at Geki. They could only hope that it had too much power that he wouldn’t be able to reverse it. He did, and they all had their arms out; just short of powering the weapon. It was still assembled, giving them a rough estimate of how far he could send them each time. Around five to ten seconds only. They all drew their Blade Blasters up and jumped to the sides as the energy bolt flew for them. They all hit the ground, rolled in various directions, and came up around Geki, encircling him. All of them poured massive amounts of Elemental Energy into their attacks, and each one fired an elemental bullet, crackling with the raw Elemental Energy. Geki’s crystal flashed again. Everything reversed back into their respective weapons, even from all sides. He span around, throwing his arm out, letting his staff trail around him. Energy shot out as a stream, diluted, but strong enough to take them all down as he completed his spin. The five Toa Cyril remained on the ground, unable to rise as Geki stood victorious. He looked at them all in turn, and then walked away. “Where are you going?” Hoji screamed, propping himself up on an elbow. Geki stopped and turned, speaking in what sounded like a monotone voice. No joy in victory, it seemed. “I’m returning to Mistress Bandiaca. I have a chance to kill you, but I don’t wish to take it. I have…other duties.” “What are you talking about?” Hoji screamed at him, “Duties higher than Bandiaca?” Geki nodded, “Yes. I have more important duties to attend to. Things that have to be rectified for the sake of a greater goal.” He said, heading away. Hoji shouted at him, but slumped back down in defeat.“What is it that we can do? Geki’s time warping ability is too great for us to handle! But we are Toa. We will pull through. Next time: “Chapter 16: Time and Again, Part 2” My turn!”Review

Legacy 3: Delusions of the Past Part 1—Toa Pohatu! Toa Pohatu ran. He leapt over a large boulder and slid to a stop, spinning around, just managing to dodge a spinning wheel of energy combined with a burst of lightning. He panted as he leaned against the rock. He pressed the palms of his hands to the rock, getting ready to unleash his powers. He couldn’t allow Teridax’s forces to get to him. He and the rest of the Toa Nuva had split up, deciding that they were better off on their own rather than together. They were the spiritual leaders of the rebellion within the Matoran Universe, the leaders of the battles against the Makuta’s forces, attempting to reclaim the universe as Mata Nui’s, and drive the tyrannical Makuta Teridax away. Stuck on Nynrah, Pohatu wasn’t in a very good situation. He was attempting to lead a small squad of men to Nynrah and destroy the island. He knew that the Nynrah Ghosts would be creating weapons and armor for Teridax and his forces. They couldn’t allow that. Xia was another important location to stop the production of weaponry at. It had been some time since Teridax had taken the universe, approximately one year. The battles had raged long and hard, and finally he was getting to his location. It had taken him a year to reach Nynrah. Nynrah was a hard location to reach, along with many other similar locations. At least his squad had mostly survived the ordeal intact. Many men were scattered around the Matoran Universe. Many of them were either Dark Hunters, Order of Mata Nui members, or people who worked on their own, such as Toa teams or individual Toa. These other squads of men were able to draw attention away from some of the main attacks, such as those on Nynrah and Xia. They had lost many lives in the attacks, from Makuta’s minions to Makuta himself killing them with his power over the universe, but those had been sacrifices they needed to make. Because of the sacrifices, Pohatu was able to reach Nynrah. He and his men were able to finally destroy the island and, unfortunate as it may have been, kill the Nynrah Ghosts so that knowledge was lost. Pohatu, with the other members of the Nuva, had been against killing Matoran in such a manner, but it was deemed for the best. What were a handful of lives compared to a universe full of lives? Pohatu’s squad consisted of mostly Dark Hunters and an Order operative or two. At least they would have few qualms about killing a Matoran. Pohatu was using his Adaptive Armor, like the other members of the Nuva. His armor was now gray, orange and yellow. He had a sleek orange Kanohi that left the upper half of his face exposed. His upperbody was gray, with a piece of orange armor on his chest. He had a little yellow beneath it, and on the sides, claws folding back. His upper arms had orange armor with spikes on. The rest of his arms were gray, except for his hands, which were yellow. His upper legs were orange, with the same spiked armor on as well. His legs below that were gray with larger orange armor on them, with blades driving downwards from them. He had some yellow above his feet, which were orange. He carried no weapons. He used the blades on his legs for kicks, and he used his fists. His Kakama would allow him to reach amazing speeds for melee attacks, at least. That was the only way he could properly fight. He rolled out from his hiding spot and threw his arms forward. The Visorak and the Rahkshi pursuing him looked down as pillars of rock erupted upwards, smashing into them, breaking their bodies, dropping them both to the ground, dead. Pohatu turned around, only to see three Exo-Toa, a few Rahkshi of various types, and a few Visorak of various breeds waiting for him. He span around, getting ready to unleash his powers. He had no idea what he could do except for just to attack. Right before he let loose his powers, the Exo-Toa blew apart. The other attackers span around, only for Pohatu to crush a few of the Rahkshi with his Stone powers. He saw an Order operative behind the enemy lines, using large twin blades to swipe into the enemy lines. Pohatu saw his opening and rushed forward, using his speed to run in at the Rahi spiders that were the Visorak. He leapt up and came crashing down on them, using the blades on his legs to tear into them. He span around as fast as he could, ripping them partway open, brutally eliminating the spiders. He hated to have to act like that, but knew he would have to. That was the only way to fight some of the Makuta’s forces. “Report.” Pohatu said. The burly warrior, clad in violet and black armor, drew a fist to his heart in a salute. He was a formal warrior, one who followed orders to the letter as well. He believed that wars had to be fought under a certain code of conduct, despite his job in the Order being to essentially eliminate enemies as an assassin. Even in this, the war against the universe itself, he believed in these proper ethics of war. “We have secured the perimeter.” He said in his gruff voice, “If the Makuta wants to get any more men here to stop us, he’ll have to get through our border security.” “Which is…?” “Men standing guard at ports. Volunteers from the island are in the areas between them, watching and waiting. Weaponry from here is being put to use to defend the perimeter from anyone trying to come. It will take time for anyone to arrive. We’ll see them long before they arrive.” “Makuta could kill us all by just willing it.” Pohatu reminded. “Our men are scattered enough, but also close enough to realize if their fellows are being killed by some unseen force, like Makuta.” He reported. Pohatu nodded, “Good…that’s good…” “Shall I get the others together?” He asked. Pohatu nodded, “Yes, get them together. How many are there for the…?” “The assassinations of the Ghosts?” The Order member asked, using the words that Pohatu didn’t want to use, “Five of us, including myself.” He said. Pohatu swallowed hard, hating the idea of killing Matoran just to get at the Makuta, “And…are they gathered into one place for the ease of the…executions?” “They are.” He replied, nodding, “Our other men have swarmed them and are keeping them trapped together.” “G-good.” Pohatu stuttered, nodding nervously, “G…get to it.” “Understood.” The Order member replied, taking up his sword from the ground. He raced away, leaving Pohatu behind. Pohatu crumpled to his knees, cupping his head in his hands. He stared at the ground, the realization of what he had just done sinking in. He had ordered the deaths of a group of Matoran who had no crimes greater than making a living by creating armor and the occasional weapon. Simple Matoran trying to live their own lives. He had condemned them all to die. How could he live with himself after giving out such an order? How? “Stop!” Pohatu screamed. The Order member was too far away. Nobody heard him as he shouted, as he changed his mind. He didn’t care if they were guilty of being forced to help the Makuta through fear of pain, through fear of death. He wanted them to live. He couldn’t live with himself if these innocent Matoran were murdered just because of something they had no power over. But they did have power. They could easily have committed suicide rather than serve the Makuta, rather than subject to being his slaves. But then again, Makuta was smart. He could have threatened to kill every one of their friends if they didn’t obey, torture them in the most painful ways, or something like that. There was no way to win this situation other than with simply doing the act that everyone knew had to be done. Killing the Nynrah Ghosts. Pohatu rose to his feet and triggered the powers of his Kakama, the Mask of Speed. He sped away, reaching the execution grounds in a matter of moments. He saw the Order operative and four other men. Dark Hunters and other Order members or servants, all of them fairly large in stature with a wide array of weaponry hanging around them. From axes to short swords to knives and flails, they were all heavily armed. They would have to be for fighting against the universe itself and everything it could throw at them, especially with the various armies that the Makuta commanded, such as Rahkshi, Rahi and Visorak. “Stop this!” Pohatu screamed as one Dark Hunter lifted a large crescent bladed axe, preparing to eliminate the first of the Ghosts, who all cowered together, trapped by this ring of large men. “What?” The Order operative whom he had spoken to earlier questioned. “You heard me!” Pohatu shouted, “Stop this! You can’t kill them!” “Why can’t we?” The executioner Dark Hunter demanded, “You ordered it! We all decided it was best, before we even divided ourselves into these smaller units! You can’t back down now!” “These Matoran are guilty of nothing! Nothing that was in their power, anyway.” Pohatu growled, walking forward, “We can’t condemn them to death for being forced to work by the Makuta!” “You told us to kill them.” The Dark Hunter growled, “Your leader told us. Our leader told us. We’re doing this!” Pohatu thrust a hand forward. A stone hand erupted from the ground, gripping the Dark Hunter like a vice. “I told you to stop.” Pohatu growled, slowly clenching his fist. He could tell that the Dark Hunter was feeling the pain of the squeezing stone hand, “If you want to survive this day without being killed by your commander, then you will stop this and obey me!” The Dark Hunter glared at Pohatu, but slowly nodded his head. Pohatu dropped his hand, dropping the stone hand back into the ground. “Good.” Pohatu said, walking forward, “Now, we need a new plan to take care of these Ghosts. We can’t just move them around, since Teridax would eventually find them again. We need to…wipe out their memory of creations, if possible.” “None of us would be able to do it.” The Order operative told him, shrugging, “I think the only way we can do this is by killing them.” Pohatu leered at him, “You fight conventionally. Is murdering innocent in war conventional?” “I suppose not…” “Then why so eager to kill them?” Pohatu questioned. “Because in a war against the universe, you kill whatever can give you even the slightest edge. This won’t give us an edge, but it will take away a small edge of our opponent’s…” Pohatu nodded in understanding, “I know what you mean, but this is just…wrong! We can’t do this!” “I’m sorry to go against your orders, but we have to!” The Order operative said, “We have to eliminate these Matoran if we want to live to see many more days!” “Look.” Pohatu hissed, shaking his head, trying to clear it, “The Makuta is still new to this universe. It has been one year, but we’ve been keeping him busy. We have to assume he still doesn’t know how to look in many areas at once. He’s not like the sunburst, he can’t see in all areas at once.” Pohatu said, equating vision to a sunburst symbol, saying that someone should look all ways at once, instead of linearly, “We’re keeping Teridax linear in his vision. As far as we know, he doesn’t even know we’re here, attacking a precious location for him. We can do this without having to kill the Ghosts, without Teridax ever finding them again…” “By relocating them?” The Order member questioned. Pohatu nodded, “Yes! Exactly!” He shook his head, “I’m sorry Pohatu…” “If you say you’re still going to see to it that these Matoran die, then I’ll have no choice but to kill you.” Pohatu growled. His threat was deadly serious. He would murder anyone who stood in his way. He had changed a lot in this past year. In the year since he had last seen any of his teammates. They had all scattered after that, waiting for anything to happen with Teridax. He had never even moved yet. He was still standing on the same planet, as far as they could feel. If he moved, they would know, they were sure. The general plan was to attack him as soon as he set down on a new planet. That attack would be deadlier than these diversions they were currently creating. That attack would be… An explosion rocked the area. He heard screams from the cost. Pohatu glared at the ring of men, pointing a finger in warning at them all before he sped away. As soon as he reached the cost, he paused. He saw a mangle of dead bodies, and looking out to sea, saw nothing. “What did this?” He muttered, crouching down by the corpse. He looked up, seeing a Matoran on patrol, carrying a weapon scavenged from Nynrah. It was smoking, having just been used. Pohatu watched him carefully. As soon as he pulled the trigger, Pohatu was gone, easily evading the devastating energy eruption that escaped from it. Pohatu appeared behind the Matoran and grabbed him by the throat with his arm. He yanked him off of his feet, forcing him to drop the weapon. “What do you think you’re doing?” Pohatu shouted, “You’re killing our own men!” “Not my men.” The voice of the Matoran sounded like it were made of pure darkness, deep, gruff, vile. “Wait…” Pohatu said, recalling the voice easily from memory. He heard it in his nightmares, having last heard it one year ago. “You…you’re…” “That’s right.” The Matoran said. He jammed his elbow into Pohatu’s chest, making Pohatu release him. The Matoran crouched, took up the weapon, and span around, aiming it at Pohatu. “Makuta!” Pohatu cried, vanishing as soon as the energy blaster was fired. He appeared behind the Matoran possessed by Makuta and kicked him as hard as he could in the back, breaking anything that would hold him together with the force of the kick. He watched as the Matoran miraculously rose. He span around, crippled by the look of it, based on the way he was bent over and an arm was hanging limply at his side. He laughed despite this, apparently feeling no pain as he advanced. “You are nothing, Toa.” He hissed. “How are you not dead?” Pohatu screamed, throwing a fist of stone at him. The Matoran took the blow and fell to the ground, despite easily rising again, despite battered armor, broken pieces on the ground all around him. He laughed it off as he advanced. “I am not in this body, per say.” Makuta said, “I am controlling it, but via mental control. You batter and break this body, but do nothing to me, only to this Matoran.” Makuta hissed. “You’re forcing me to murder a Matoran?” Pohatu demanded. Makuta shook his head, “No, I’m just making this Matoran kill my enemies.” Makuta said, looking directly into Pohatu’s eyes, “Including you and your brethren.” “You use that body as a puppet.” Pohatu hissed, “You don’t care about anything happening with it. You just want to use it and then throw it away, right?” “Of course.” Makuta hissed, “I have the greatest puppet of all! This world!” He threw his arms out, looking in wonder at the sky that was part of his own body. Pohatu saw a Dark Hunter sneaking up behind Makuta, dagger in hand, ready to slice the Matoran apart. Pohatu knew this man’s skills. He knew that was the preferred method of killing that this man had. Before he got close, the Matoran span around, ready to kill him with his imperviousness to pain. In that moment, Pohatu dashed forward and swung a leg up, using his Kakama and leg blade to sever the Matoran’s head, killing Makuta’s link with the body, but also killing the Matoran. Pohatu fell to his knees after the kill, realizing a Matoran may or may not have just been murdered by him. He looked to the Dark Hunter, “Go to the others…tell them to execute.” He said, looking down in pain at what he knew must be done for such a monster to be stopped.Toa Lewa leads the one being who could possibly defeat Teridax, and the unit along with him, hoping to be able to end the war. Next time, Legacy 4: Delusions of the Past Part 2: Toa Lewa!Review

Christmas specials never interest me. Especially with Moffat. His are better than Davies, I think, but he tries too hard to make a Christmas story. There's a reason I never watch Christmas shows (except Charlie Brown). Don't interest me.That, and right before, I found some trailers for Series 2 of Sherlock, so I kind of tuned myself out in anticipation of Sherlock on Sunday or Monday, whenever it goes online.

After reading something on another site, I realized this as well.

Just finished.

Legacy 2: The Shadow Falls—Mata Nui vs. Teridax! Mata Nui oversaw the Agori workers as they put all of their muscle into the task at hand. He had instructed these volunteers to begin at Roxtus, and drag the head of the machine towards the heart of the civilized Bara Magna. In the other parts of Bara Magna were his other generals, watching over the work being done. When they ran out of generals, volunteers took over to watch over the work at hand. Mata Nui had promised that once the head had been moved, he would help the others. He was using his powers of Life to bring the sands to life and help coerce the head to move, using what he could without using too much to help the movement along. He had been told that the other locations were using vehicles to help with the pulling and yanking, in place of his powers to help them. When he received a report of Fracta’s status, he had learned that she was using her fragmentation mental attack to blow sand away from the parts, helping to dislodge them. Things were going according to plan thus far. Mata Nui wasn’t sure how far away Teridax was, but he was sure he would arrive shortly. He had to be finished by then. As he saw that this group was getting along with the help of the animated sand, he departed. He knew that the sand would stay active as long as he didn’t remove the life from it. He would have to go and grant life elsewhere to help the process along. He swung up onto his Rock Steed and rode hard towards the next location, and then the next and the next, hitting them all in turn, bringing the sands to life everywhere in an attempt to ease the process of building this machine along. After having been at it all day, Mata Nui sat alone in the middle of nowhere, a fire burning in front of him. He looked up to the sky, wondering how far away his enemy was, and how long they would have to prepare. He saw a shadow approaching. Click, the Scarabax beetle on Mata Nui’s shoulder, reacted to the presence, but not Mata Nui. He wasn’t as jumpy. “Ackar, please, sit.” Mata Nui said, gesturing to the spot beside him against another boulder. Ackar sat in the sands, leaning against the rock, “Thanks.” He said, resting his sword on his knees, complete with the entire baldric and sheath. He just didn’t want to wear it at the moment, he wanted it out of the way. “How is the work coming along?” Mata Nui asked. He nodded, “It’s all good, especially with the vehicles and your living sand.” He said. He looked out into the night sky as he spoke the next lines he had, “You would know if you were there more.” “Well, excuse me for having to go everywhere!” Mata Nui said sharply. “I realize that, but you could have continued to make the rounds, circling closer and closer as we got closer and closer.” Ackar said, “You essentially watched Roxtus, then came to all of us, then left for…I don’t even know where. Mata Nui, we’ll gladly do this for you, but it would help to know that our leader is at least in the area to help us out, even if it’s only by his mere presence and checking up on us time to time.” “I was busy…” “With what?” Ackar questioned, “You know, this is how the Elemental Lords were too. They had us doing their bidding, and never appeared. “I’m different.” Mata Nui said. “How so?” Ackar questioned. “The Lords were ruled by greed. I’m ruled by my devotion to my friends.” Mata Nui told Ackar, “I did what I had to do.” “And what was that?” Ackar asked. “I found solitude for myself, and began to reflect.” He replied, “I learned what I had to do, and my resolve to win.” He rose, looking at the dark sands around him, “I decided that no matter what, I must do what I can to win this fight. I cannot allow all of this,” he gestured out, “no matter how barren it is, to fall. This is a world full of hope. Look at this place of death. It was changed to one of hope by you people here, after so much oppression, after so many hardships.” Ackar rose and shook his head, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “It’s because of you that we were able to change this world into what it currently is.” “I was only the catalyst.” Mata Nui said, shaking his head, “It’s because of you and the others of this world.” Ackar decided not to argue. He looked out with Mata Nui at the silent majesty of this world of sand and death. A world of hope, hope for the future. “We cannot allow the Makuta to take this place.” Ackar said, shaking his head, “Mata Nui, do you even have a plan for when he arrives here?” “No, I’m afraid I don’t.” Mata Nui replied, “And I can’t create one until I know what my robot body is.” “Ok, do you know any weaknesses of the body you once had?” He questioned. Mata Nui shrugged, “I don’t know, unfortunately. I really don’t know. I was asleep for so long, I forgot so much…” Ackar nodded, “I understand. Just try to think, when you get a chance to.” “I know.” Mata Nui answered. He touched Click, who sat on his shoulder. He looked to Ackar, “Tomorrow I’ll be more involved. I’ll see to it that I’m at all of the sights multiple times.” Ackar nodded, “I know the men would really like seeing you around.” “Then I’ll do my best to get around.” Mata Nui answered, sitting down. Ackar sat beside him, sitting in silence with his friend. “Ackar, do you have any ideas for the defenses you can use yet?” Mata Nui asked, “We don’t know where this battle will happen, other than it should be in this area, if Teridax wants to get at me.” Mata Nui said. Ackar shrugged, “I don’t know what environmental factors we can use. We could use the heat, of course, to wear some enemies down.” “His main army, I’ll assume, will be mechanical beings called Rahkshi.” Mata Nui said, “Heat won’t slow them.” “Sand could.” Ackar said. “Clog the joints?” Mata Nui asked. Ackar nodded, “Knock enough down, they can’t function properly…” “That could very well work.” Mata Nui said, nodding to Ackar, “Good, any other ideas?” “We’ll have to keep our men scattered, so we’re not one sitting target.” Ackar said, pointing up to a small mountain range, “We’ll keep some up there to descend.” He pointed to the White Quartz, “And there.” The Black Spikes, “And there.” “And then the rest will be on the ground, scattered?” Mata Nui asked. He nodded, “Yeah, that’s the plan I see thus far.” “How many men do you think we’ll use?” Mata Nui asked. “Depends.” Ackar replied, “How many do you think he’ll send?” “More than we have.” Mata Nui assured him, “But we make up for it in skill.” “You hesitated.” “They have powers.” Mata Nui said. “So, they’re back on top.” Ackar said. “I hate to admit it, but yes.” Mata Nui said, “We just can’t get a break on this. They’re going to be on top of this fight, I’m sure.” “Do you think that your people could help us?” Ackar asked. “Only if they found a way around Teridax’s universal control.” Mata Nui replied, “He might let them fight for their freedom for a time, but when it comes to this upcoming battle, he might silence them all so he can have the most men possible.” “But couldn’t they get out with the enemies?” Ackar asked. “If Teridax is paying close enough attention, then no.” Mata Nui replied, “They could, but I’m not sure about that.” “So we shouldn’t count on them.” Ackar said disappointedly. “They’ll have their own battles to fight, I’m sure. We can’t count on them, but we can hope, at least.” Mata Nui said, “Hope is all we have sometimes.” “Like when you arrived?” Ackar asked. Mata Nui smiled, “Still now, that’s all I have. It’s all I’ve ever had on this planet.” He said. “Look where it’s gotten you.” Ackar said, “You lead this entire planet.” “Yeah…but we might soon fall.” “Forget about that.” Ackar said, “Just remember what you’ve done. You’ve given us all a chance to live with freedom. You’ve helped us cast away chains of oppression, especially with the Skrall. We can do this, Mata Nui, and even if we can’t, you’ve given us so much in exchange.” “Even if it was short lived?” “Even then.” Ackar confirmed. Mata Nui smiled, “I’ll remember that. Those words will help carry me through the battle to come.” He told Ackar. Ackar smiled, “Happy to be of service to you, then.” The two comrades sat together before the blazing fire, watching the darkness of the night sky, waiting for what the next day would bring. Mata Nui stood surveying the completed work. It had taken three more days, but they had done it. Ackar believed that Mata Nui showing up personally to the sites had helped the men to finish their work, that it had raised their morale. Mata Nui wasn’t sure, but he knew that it was done, and that’s what mattered to him. He didn’t want to appear selfish, but he knew that it had to matter the most since all of their lives hinged on it. He was so impatient at this moment, and so nervous as well. He wanted to get it together, but he wasn’t sure if it would even function, or go together, for that matter. He wasn’t sure of anything. It would be a hit or miss situation here. He prayed that it would work. Walking towards it, he held his hand out. The jumble of mechanical parts started to spring to life, invigorated with the powers of the Ignika. Letting loose even more power, they started to hover into the air around each other, floating around, as if watching each other through unseeing, nonexistent eyes. Finally, the pieces started to fall to the ground. The feet came first, and then legs, and then the body, and then arms, and finally, the head that was once Roxtus, the crown city of Bara Magna. Homes were gone, some lives were now in despair because these structures had to be moved around for the robot to be complete. It was a sacrifice that they had all been willing to make, if the robot worked or not, for at least one attempt to be free for the rest of their lives. This was an enemy nobody but Mata Nui could fight, that nothing but this machine could face off against. Even if their homes were gone, this was worth it, even if they died in the struggle, because their brethren, their friends, family, they would all live on, hopefully, into a bright future full of new promises. Now, as the robot body he would occupy stood before him, towering off into the clouds, a gray color that had once been silver, but had lost its luster, all hopes resided on this machine. The head, he noticed, appeared almost like a helmet. It looked more like a warrior than his normal body was, but he knew that wasn’t the case. He already knew that this body wouldn’t be as powerful as the other one was, despite this one’s appearance. Appearances weren’t everything. Mata Nui looked to the sky as he saw a glimmer of something. He turned towards Ackar, “Tell everyone! He approaches!” Ackar nodded, “Most are in place.” He confirmed, getting onto his Rock Steed. He rode as fast as it would take him to set off the strings of commands. Mata Nui looked at the prototype body before him. He looked towards Ackar, and let out a shout. Ackar turned, but kept riding. Mata Nui touched Click, transforming him. He threw Click, making him spin and slice through the air. Ackar caught him out of the air and nodded as he rode out of eyeshot. Mata Nui looked at the body and walked towards it. He touched the leg and closed his eyes, focusing his power into the Ignika alone. His body began to disintegrate. Soon, it was only a pile of sand. The Ignika floated into the air and into the chest cavity. The opening closed itself as soon as the mask entered inside of it. Inside there were many control panels lining the walls with displays all over the place. The Ignika set itself down in the center and came to life. Life flushed through the entire robotic body, bringing every system online. The green eyes of the robot activated. It looked up at the oncoming figure of Teridax, and quickly tested every limb, every movement, making sure it all worked properly. He didn’t want to begin the fight only to discover nothing worked. He had the Ignika fueling and powering the robot, but he had no idea what it would do. He had no idea how strong his energy blasts that he felt he could do would be, or if they would be Life or not. He had no idea about anything. But that was about to end. He would do a trial by fire. Teridax touched down. His body towered over Mata Nui’s. Mata Nui came up to just below Teridax’s shoulders. The larger, more complex looking machine regarded Mata Nui’s body with crimson eyes, and then spoke with a deep, shadowy voice that felt like the darkness personified. “That’s how you wish to fight me?” He chuckled, “In such a scrap of junk!” “It’s all I can do.” Mata Nui said, taking a step back to gain some distance, “And it will be enough to stop you, Teridax!” “Stop me?” Teridax laughed, “You really think you can stop me here?” “I think I can defeat you and reclaim my body.” Mata Nui said, “That’s how confident I am!” “You really think such a piece of junk can defeat such a finely tuned machine such as this body?” Teridax laughed, “You must have lost some of your brain cells in your long sleep, and your two year isolation.” “I wasn’t isolated.” Mata Nui replied, “I had friends, allies. And I will use them to destroy you for good!” “You think I would let anyone you came in contact with survive?” Teridax questioned, “I came here for one reason, to kill you. I know how dangerous you are, even in isolation. I had to put you into the Ignika for a few reasons. One, to get you out. Two, to get it out so it couldn’t kill me. One reason was not to let you gain the power of the Ignika, the power of Life itself. That’s what makes you very dangerous.” “So you came, two years later, to snuff my life out?” Mata Nui questioned, “Because you fear my Life?” “Of course.” Teridax said, “I was busy up until now, so this is my first chance to come for you.” “Rebellions?” Mata Nui questioned. Teridax didn’t answer. The silence, however, said it all. Teridax threw a punch into Mata Nui’s chest, throwing him back. Mata Nui slid and rushed forward, throwing a useless punch into his foe’s chest. A metallic ring rang out on impact. Teridax laughed and punched Mata Nui again, taking him back a few more steps. “As long as you live, you can come into contact with others.” Teridax said, “You can instill the will to live and to fight in any of them. You and all of them must die! No survivors!” He proclaimed.Toa Pohatu leads a unit of the resistance inside of Mata Nui’s former body. Next time, Legacy 3: Delusions of the Past Part 1: Toa Pohatu!Review