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Coming in at 794 words, my second entry (here's my first) to this contest actually made it under 800 for once! For some reason, I felt that I could write something else for this contest, and I've been wanting to write a short story with a reason to be Steampunkish for Bionicle. I think I might use this same island in a Lesovikk's Hiatus entry (which you should also enter because it's no fun being in a contest with five entries so far). So, I'll just let you read now. Please leave reviews though! If you do, I'll review yours! New Beginnings By: Click We've been here a long time. I remember when our little island home far South of anything had been safe, protected by at least a Toa of the Green, that is, until he took off. Botharix said he was going to the North of the island to check for perimeter leaks that Rahi got through into our village, but when he failed to reappear for the next week, we went to check on him. Turns out the coward had taken an old rowboat and split. Not that we blame him. We're not exactly living in paradise here. You see, our island has a particular problem. When the first settlers came here with a steady flow of supplies from the Southern Continent, we had no idea we just walked into a Makuta playground. Half of our number was quickly killed by Rahi unlike anything we had ever seen. Our Turaga was killed by some kind of giant burrowing snake-like creature lined with tiny sharp legs and lots of needle-like teeth. Then, our last Toa gave his energies to create a new line of protectors, but even those were killed off (except for the aforementioned Botharix) by everything from a stout, round creature covered in fur-like metal spikes to tiny creatures the size of a Madu Fruit that are just as explosive. Those of us that are left could only watch behind our wall as our supplies dwindled away with our numbers. Without those supplies, and with the constant sieges by creatures I can't even describe, many of us were forced to use the island's bountiful supply of protobrass and other materials to build ourselves defense machines, appliances, and the occasional replacement limb. Our woefully inadequate knowledge of building left us starting from the beginning, clockwork. None of this fancy electronic stuff that many of our luckier brethren got to live with. And that would be the lovely situation I woke up to this morning, with my mechanical hand whirring and pumping as I sat up and gazed around. From the smell, I could tell some of the large fire-breathing Brakas had found another way in, as well as some food to feed their internal furnaces. Rations would be cut short again I guess. There goes my dream of having some nice Bula Berry juice for breakfast. With this in mind, I began my usual chores for the day: clean up last night's mess, make my threadbare bed, shoo away the acid-coated avian Rahi, sweep up ashes in the backyard, the usual stuff. The storm last night definitely made my job a lot harder, but the rain was refreshing. I gathered up my downfall collection bucket and began to filter it. It was about that time that I suddenly looked up to hear shouting. Not that shouting was unusual in this Karzahni, but this almost sounded...joyful. Something I hadn't heard in a long time. I nearly dropped the precious water in my haste to see what was in Mata Nui's name was going on. I was followed by about half the village, including our Turaga, limping on his clockwork peg-leg and cane. A Matoran of Air was shouting and pointing, something about the beach. As I got closer, I could tell he was saying something about a Canister. Could it be Botharix coming back to us? Or some new threat? Either way, a stir swept through the crowd in a wave of optimistic whispers. As one, everyone pushed forwards to see for themselves something that would inevitably change everything about how we lived on this island. I ran forwards after the Matoran to avoid being trampled, and we soon came across a large metal cylinder with rounded ends laying in the surf. Yellow lights on its extremities pulsed slowly on and off. A good portion of the crowd took off to do their best to open it like a Naming Day present with knocks, rocking, and yanking on what they judged was the lip of the top. Our Turaga slowly limped forwards, and the crowd respectfully divided for him. He rapped his cane on the nearest light, and the lid twisted open with a hiss of steam. We all peered in over each other's shoulders and heads to see two orange eyes peering out of the blackness. They came closer, and the early light shined off a silver Mask of Rahi Control and blue armor. The Toa of Water stretched outwards, and we all stepped back, many fearful of the same betrayal exhibited by Botharix, but all of us in awe of the new Toa. "Who...who are you?" asked the Toa tentatively. I think that all of us could feel her honesty. This was the start of something new. A new life for all of us. ----- Hope you enjoyed, please review if you did! I'd gladly take the time to review yours if you even just leave a quick comment. Thanks!
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Well, I decided it's about time I post him so I did. He's definetly cool. He's even got a "cross"bow. Why "cross" you'll soon find out. (Pictures) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_1.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_2.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_3.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_4.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_5.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_6.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_7.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_8.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_9.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_10.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_11.png http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/pic_12.png (LDD File) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/SKAKDI/LEGO/BIONICLE/BIONICLEMOCS/Letsu/toa_letsu.lxf (Gallery (It's public)) http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=523257 Enjoy!
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Redeemed and transformed. ^ CLICK FOR GALLERY ^ Yes, I know that this doesn't make sense canonically. But it doesn't need to. :PThe arms aren't that great, but I was aiming for flexibility rather than bulkiness. The knees, ankles, and elbows have sand blue sockets, not grey. ;)Feedback is appreciated. Make sure to check out Agnavar and Karda! More MOCs coming soon.
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So, just a quick question I was wondering about. Pretty much the only thing we know about the Toa Code is it means Toa are not supposed to kill their enemies. Yet, there have been a few instances that Toa have killed, such as when Tahu used the Golden Armor. So, are there constraints on what they can kill or not? Like they cannot kill sentient beings (Makuta, Matoran, Toa, Turaga, etc.), but can kill Rahi and other non-sentient beings (Kraata, Krana, etc.)? Or is it all enemies?
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A thousand specks of green light moved all across the screen, each representing a Matoran occupying themselves somewhere in the City of Legends. It watched all of these specks with interest, sending rapid commands to the Vahki forces all across the city. Short and curt orders were issued such as "pacify" or "neutralize" and still it watched the specks--some being pursued by other specks, these marked in red. Vahki. It paused a moment, allowing itself the respite of running only a few thousand processes. It hadn't felt this way in such a long time--it 'remembered' the formation of the Vahki. Remembered when Turaga Dume had first drafted the designs for his mechanical enforcers, and remembered the groups of Matoran who dismissed the idea entirely. "This is hardly feasible, Turaga" snorted one Onu Metru engineer. "Without a central controlling processor this plan is the stuff of dreams!" It remembered the Turaga's expression that day. Not anger or even disappointment, simply a deep, thoughtful consideration, tinged with sadness. It remembered how his aged voice cracked when he spoke next. "Our city is being overrun with crime…with disease…with violence," he said slowly. "And the Toa are too busy fighting off every creature in the surrounding area to even be bothered to care!" he shouted, his aged eyes flaring with anger. "Let me ask you, all of you," he said, flinging his arms wide to indicate the entire room, "what use is saving a city when its people are already lost?" A persistent beeping brought it out of its reverie. A new colour had appeared on the screen, this one marked in the vibrant blue of a Toa. It felt something like anger welling up in it, and before could consciously send the command, hundreds of Vahki were woken from storage and sent to deal with the interloper to its city--to the Turaga's city. It--the Matoran once known as Velun--paused a moment, studying the screen carefully inside its cocoon of technology. It remembered the damage done to it by the rogue Toa; remembered the searing agony as half its body was sheared brutally in half. Remembered the looks of shock and anguish on the faces of its compatriots, remembered the face of the Turaga. It hadn't taken much work to create: a safe point inside the coliseum where the station could be set up, and some minor 'modifications'. Granted, it hardly resembled a Matoran anymore. It hardly felt like a Matoran anymore, either. Velun was a thing of the past--and the Vahki? The Vahki were the future, its future. It and the Vahki were two sides of the same coin. As if to confirm its thoughts, a second blue dot appeared to help the first escape from the torrential wave of red that swarmed it. With a single thought, more Vahki were dispatched to take care of it. One directive carried those machines to their destination: "We are the Vahki. Surrender or Run."
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The Voyager. Not sure if anybody will read it, nor do I expect much feedback, but I enjoyed writing this and wanted to share it. To those who read it, I hope you enjoy. ---- The Ta-Matoran dove to the floor, against the howls and screams of the raging storm above. Again, the boat lurched drunkenly as the currents tossed it around like a ragdoll. As he slid this way and that on the water-soaked deck, the Ta-Matoran’s hand found a loose line of rope, which he clutched desperately with slippery, blistered palms. The lightning crackled again and with it came the ear-splitting thunder. The Matoran screamed again, though the angry storm covered his terror with its own thunderous melodies. Suddenly, he heard a horrible hissing noise and he screamed even louder. Though his heart and mind told him not to, his instincts forced him to turn to confront his attacker. What he saw was something that would haunt him until the day he died. Staring back at him was a pure monstrosity, a blend of a thousand different nightmares. The skin was scaly and alien, its body, though disproportionate, was muscular and strong, and its beak-like mouth housed thousands of sharp, jagged teeth. The moonlight made the colours of its body seem oily, as if they were melting into each other. But worst of all, within its crimson-red eyes lay hate. Pure and unrestrained hatred. This thing had a name too. It was called a Zyglak,a species so terrible and hideous that its creators had dismissed them as failures and accidents. They were the embodiment of rejection and bitterness. And they made their plight known. “Sssssssleep,” it whispered eerily as its clawed hand came in to cover the Matoran’s mouth. The sailor whimpered in fear. “Sssssleeeep,” it repeated. Suddenly, as the lightning crackled furiously once again, [[sonitous|a figure]] charged at the Zyglak, battering it aside with a [[Echo Shield|mighty shield]] that forced the monster off the sailor. The two opponents made no contact as they pushed against each other's weight. The Matoran scurried and hid behind one of the nearby cargo crates, looking on as he watched the figure and the monster circle each other menacingly. The one who had saved him was a symbol of safety and protection. Warriors like him were legends of night time myth and song, legends that were very much needed in the unending darkness of today’s world. He was a Toa. The Matoran did not know him by name; the crew had simply nicknamed him ‘''The Voyager'',’ but he remembered when he had joined him. Several days ago, the captain of this ship, a veteran Ga-Matoran, had convinced him to join her crew. They were to take a shipment of goods from their island and trade them with a small village on the eastern coastline of the Southern Continent. There had been eight crew members at the beginning of the journey. Emphasis on the ‘''had''.’ The Toa had turned up shortly before they left the island and had agreed to protect their ship in exchange for safe passage to their destination. The captain had accepted without a shadow of a doubt. She was now dead. The Toa slammed his hands together and a wall of sound, one that could not be seen but heard, went flying towards the Zyglak. If the wall was meant to have any effect on its target, it certainly wasn't visually spectacular. The Zyglak's resistance of the elements was impressive. The monster then lunged forward, screaming as it swiped it claws savagely at the Toa. He responded by raising his great shield, using it to keep the monster and his claws at bay before battering it away in one move. The Zyglak snarled again and began to back off. The Toa attempted to charge at it, but as he started moving the boat lurched violently, making him stumble to the ground. Using this to its advantage, the Zyglak pounced onto the Toa, batting his shield away and gnashing its teeth nastily as it came in closer and closer. Desperate, the Toa broke his arm free and punched the Zyglak in the face. As the fight continued, with the sea and the storm as the spectator, the Matoran tried to remember how this had all happened. From what he could recall, the Zyglak had climbed out of the water at the beginning of the storm, slithering aboard like a Doom Viper. From there, it had proceeded to hunt down each individual crew member one by one until only he was left. The Toa was swiftly alerted, though the Zyglak was too quick and had knocked him out before he could stop it. It was meant to be a killing blow. The Toa dealt another fist to the Zyglak’s face, then another then another. On the fourth hit, the voyager hissed through clenched teeth. His fists weren't used to such rough work and he was definitely no Toa of Iron. Seeing its adversary’s momentary distraction, the Zyglak scrambled forward and raked the Toa across the face, who screamed in agony. Despite the dark, the moonlight clearly illuminated three deep scratches on the Toa’s left cheek. The Zyglak didn't stop there, however. Grabbing him from both sides, the Zyglak wrestled the Toa down onto the port side of the ship and began rip into him without hesitation, slashing at him with its monstrous claws. The attack was a vicious as it was inelegant. The creature itself was an oddity for its kind; each clawed attack against the Toa or the crew on the ship had been harmless. Everyone knew the legends of the Zyglak's disease, which could eat at the tissue within their victim's bodies just through physical contact. It was very strange that this one didn't have the right touch. Perhaps he was some form of degenerate, or perhaps the Toa was just a figure so righteous and benign that the plague simply could not affect such a goodly being. The Ta-Matoran froze, as if some supernatural force had locked his body in place. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to help. This was a fight between a Toa and a Zyglak. How a Matoran could stand a fighting chance was anyone’s guess. He just didn't know how he could be of aid. He had no helpful skills, no combat training and he didn't exactly have a history of luck being on his side. He was utterly useless. Suddenly, something glimmered in the dark, something that inspired a small but viable amount of hope. Lying in front of him, between him and the beaten Toa, was a glistening shield. In an instant, the Matoran knew what he had to do. Though he felt too scared to do it, the Ta-Matoran forced that fear down and made a run for it, trying his best to ignore the strength of the wind and the rain. Between the pain and the slashing, the Toa looked over and saw what the Matoran was doing, and as a sign of acknowledgement, subtly outstretched his arm. His eyes were urgent. Though the sea continued to toss the ship about, the Matoran's courage remained true and he staggered over to the Toa’s shield. Placing both hands on it, the Matoran pushed the weapon towards its owner, allowing it skid across the wooden deck and into his open palm as the port side of boat swayed downwards. When his weapon of trade slipped into his hands, the Toa called upon all his remaining strength and began batter the Zyglak off of him. Once, twice, thrice... Though the aggressor was trying its best to cling on, another violent swerve of the boat dislodged it and a fourth hit from the Toa’s shield toppled the creature off completely. The Zyglak wailed as it fell overboard, crashing down into the churning waters below as the waves claimed it for good. The storm covered its screams. ---- The Matoran didn’t sleep. How could he after all he had seen last night? He had huddled himself up at the front of the boat, curling up into a ball as he tried to banish the horrible memories of the night from his mind. When he finally moved again, he had found it was the middle of the morning. The water was calm and still, the hum of Razor Whales could be heard in the distance and there was nothing but clear blue sky for as far as the eye could see. Despite the tranquility, the Matoran of Fire did not accept it. And he knew he never would ever again. Many of the sailors on this voyage had been his friends, his brothers and sisters in arms. And by morning, they were all lying dead on the deck. The Toa had recovered all their mangled bodies, and as a sign of respect, he had cast them into the ocean. But the sea had not claimed their lives. Their fates were far worse. It was the monsters that had stolen their lives, the monsters of the cold and the dark. For all eternity, his friends would lie in watery graves. They deserved better. The Matoran looked up at the Toa, who had positioned himself in the center of the ship, next to the steering instrument. Despite his injuries, he had been commandeering the vessel since the incident with the Zyglak, and though the boat had been left an absolute wreck, he had somehow managed to navigate it through the worst of the storm. The Matoran wasn’t sure what was on his mind. He had promised to defend a crew of eight and seven of them were now victims. He had given them his word and he had failed them. But there had been at least been one small victory that night. One life had been saved. The Toa himself seemed calm, collected and in control. By contrast, the Matoran survivor was already beginning to feel the guilt of being the only one left. The Toa shot him a look. It didn’t feel pitying nor did it feel unwelcoming. Rather, it was a look that conveyed a sense of understanding, an unspoken phrase that said he could comprehend what he was going through, as if all his emotions could be condensed into a single utterance. It was compassionate. The Matoran looked at the three scratches on his mask. They would fade in time, but for now, they were deep and pronounced. But if one dared to think about it, perhaps those scratches told the Zyglak’s secrets. The Ta-Matoran had heard many stories about them and had heard many grisly tales of their abilities. Zyglak prided themselves on their ability to spread a contact-based virus that could eat through a Matoran’s organic flesh. They were plague carriers, no better than overgrown vermin. But this one seemed to lack that power. Each time it had struck at the Toa with its claws, nothing had happened to him. Each time they made contact, the Toa would still be standing. Perhaps this Zyglak was an outcast, even amongst its own people. Perhaps they viewed it as an inferior for his defection and had exiled it. After all, Zyglak usually did attack in numbers. Why would only one dare to board alone? Suddenly, the boat came to a stop. Was there a leak? Were they sinking? The Matoran looked over the side to see they had hit shallow water. They must’ve reached the continent now. He slowly brought his eyes up to see what lay in front of him and almost smiled. They had docked on a beautiful golden beach, which lay in front of a dense tropical forest. He knew this area well. They were not far from the village the crew had meant to be trading with. The Ta-Matoran turned back to look at the remnants of the vessel. Less than half of the cargo had survived the journey and he wasn’t even sure if their contents were intact. Plus, this vessel was not even remotely seaworthy; it was a miracle that the ship had not sunk yet. However, he knew the villagers around here and he knew they would be willing to help him out. They’d offer him a new ship and possibly a new crew for the return trip, if he ever dared to take the risk. The Toa jumped over the starboard side of the boat and into the water, trudging his way towards the beach as he returned to his own particular journey. He had already rummaged through the boat to find anything valuable and had placed all his findings on the main deck. He had done his part and it would be better if they both parted ways. Before he arrived on the coast, he turned back one last time and looked at the Ta-Matoran. He didn’t say anything. Were words needed to summarize what had happened during the night? The answer to that question was ‘no’ it seemed, and instead, the Toa simply nodded to him. It was a respectful gesture and one that wished the Matoran good luck. Then he turned and resumed his own journey. The Ta-Matoran hadn’t asked for his name, but he supposed that didn’t really matter. He was the sort of individual who could not easily be categorized. Toa were often described as many things at once. They weren’t always the heroes who beat the bad guys at the end of the day. This Toa was a variety of things: a hitchhiker, a warrior, a savior, and a protector. And like many before him, he defied the idolized and stereotyped image of what a great Toa should be. It would shatter any Matoran’s faith to see them so vulnerable, but at least these types of Toa were honest at heart. They didn’t hide behind bluster and bravado, they didn’t rise to meet the status quo and they didn’t try to become larger-than-life figures. And in a world as dangerous as this one, perhaps that was the kind of hero that one really needed.
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So I was sifting around in my huge collection of Blender files a bit ago and I came across this cool low poly Toa Mata template I made for a game a while ago. I started playing around with it and giving it weapons, textures, etc. Eventually I started posing it. I made quite a few, but I think this is probably the coolest so far. He's a Toa of Gravity named Thurosa. Hope you like him! Link: https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ANp6cqbDhYk/USqusAhnWEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VCnAGU-iNY4/s1298/Toa+Thurosa.png Thanks! -Toa of Awesome
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Hello. I'm the Great Matragon, long time Bionicle fan and forum lurker. Well, this has a little bit of history behind it. You see, not only am I a Bionicle and Lego fan, I'm also a Transformer Fan. I even have a Transformers-based Webcomic, called Transformers Nexus. But you may not be interested in such facts, so allow me to explain further. You see, some issues of my comic don't focus on the Transformers at all. Rather, they focus on other characters in their crazy little universe. And, for anybody who wants to know why I bring this up, that includes the Toa Mata, whom you may recognize from the first known Bionicle Saga, and are widely considered fan favorites. However, having biomechanical beings that look more like robots then anything else can be a little confusing for both the crowds that walk the streets and those readers not 100% familiar with the franchise. So, to compensate, I gave these Toa a little trick other then masks that do stuff and elemental manipulation. That trick is the ability to assume human shapes so they can fit in better with the crowds. Like Kamen Rider... in reverse, or something. Anyway, enough about that, here're the bios for these amazing redesigns (Matter of Opinion.)
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Ignika - life. From a simple mask, it became a number of forms upon the journey to save the Great Spirit. Matoran(the one that appeared to Matoro) Front http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/matoranlife.jpg Side http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/matoranlife2.jpg Back http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/matoranlife3.jpg Toa Front http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/toalife1.jpg Side http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/toalife4.jpg Back http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/toalife3.jpg Spear-readied http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/toalife2.jpg Mata Nui (Bara Magna form) Front http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/MataNui/toamatanui.jpg Side http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/MataNui/toamatanui2.jpg Back http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/MataNui/toamatanui3.jpg Riding http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/MataNui/toamatanui4.jpg Head-on http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLife/MataNui/toamatanui5.jpg Honestly, I'll be the first to admit that the Toa form is pretty gnarly from the chest-down. I was running pretty low on spare parts to work with by the time I built him - the Matoran and Mata Nui-renditions had been done for a good while by that point - but I still wanted to get it done. I tried to show a progression through the forms here, where certain aspects were added-upon as the Mask carried on - this is mostly in the spear, the hips and legs, and the shoulders. Thanks for viewing.
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So, I've been pondering this for a while. In one of the books, Pohatu (I believe) uses his mask of Speed to increase the motion of his molecules (atoms?) to a point where they're vibrating so rapidly that he can pass through solid objects. This made me wonder if the powers of the other Great Kanohi could be used in similar improvisational fashions. For example, could the Pakari (strength) be used to strengthen specific parts of the body, such as the legs for running? Or, could the Kaukau be utilized to breath in liquids other than water, or be used as a "gas mask" to filter the user's air intake. Improvisation probably wouldn't work so well for all masks. Nokama's is a mask of translation, and you can't do much more on that level. Just a thought.
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Well, it's certainly been a while since I've posted anything here. Oh well. On to the pics! Toa Duo Pakoris Magic stuffs Front (Apologies if image is sideways) Back (More apologies if needed) Leixa Front (Apology warning) Back (Yep, another one) Matoran Duo (The one on the left is Salia, right is Chibi-karo. (Mini Zakaro)) Fronts (They don't get their own pics, have to share) (Sorry for darkness) Backs C&C accepted! Zakaro
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Just a random MOC I made yesterday for fun. Front Side Other side Back Alternate pose(for fun)
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As for my next wave, I have the outcasts. These people don't really belong to an organization, thus being named the outcasts. Starting from the first picture, here are there names: Lesovik, Shadow Oparuo, Jalmo, silver rahkshi, yellow rahkshi, Maxilos, Vihiron, and Barahx. My next wave will be the matoran. Link to pictures: http://upload.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=521729 Enjoy!
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Here is Tahrikon a Toa of Fire and also my self MOC there is a storyline behind him but I don't have the time currently to write it all up http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=482928
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For over three years, I have finally decided to post my 150+ different bionicle creations on here. I'm also in the process of making a graphic novel of the events in an alternate universe after the fall of Makuta. So I will first post the toa. In my story, there are (so far) nine different toa. There is Tahu, Gali, Lewa, Pohatu, Onua, Kopaka, Onuka (toa of time and electricity), Takanuva, and Vakara (toa of shadows/death). Here is a link to Brickshelf for all 18 photos: http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=521591. This is my first topic so don't criticize me badly if I do something wrong. Anyway, enjoy!
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Yet another comedy of mine being taken out of the mothballs, so to speak. Here is the link to the old topic. Chapter 4: Budget Cuts On the island of Daxia, in the Order of Mata Nui headquarters, Helryx sat in her comfortably heated chambers, pouring over a pile of tablets two feet high. Being head of the Order of Mata Nui had its perks, hence said comfortably heated chambers, but it also entailed an enormous amount of tablet work. Helryx's desk phone buzzed, and she picked it up, saying, "Yes, Claire?" Her secretary was on the other end, and she said, "Mr. Naad is here to talk to you about the budget, Helryx. He says it's important." Helryx groaned in exhaustion, and said, "Alright, send him in." Naad came in through the wooden double doors of Helryx's chambers, carrying a brief case. Naad was a tall, green armored being with a Great Kanohi Rau, the mask of translation. He said to her, "Good evening, Ms. Helryx. How are you today?" "As fine as can be, what with our little Destiny War going on," said Helrxy, peering past the stack of tablets on her desk. "What can I do for you, Mr. Naad?" "A word on the budget," said Naad, taking a seat in a chair in front of Helryx's desk. "Accounting just finished our most recent audit, and found that our current budget for the surveillance division greatly exceeds the budget for all other departments." "Of course," said Helryx. "We're the Order of Mata Nui. Surveillance is our primary function." "I understand that," said Naad, pulling a tablet out of his briefcase. "But the board made it clear to me that they think that when planning for the coming fiscal year, we ought to consider reallocating resources to other departments, such as R&D." Helryx examined the figures carved into the tablet, and set it down, saying, "Alright. How did the board vote on this proposal?" "It was a vote of nine for, three against," said Naad. "The board is hard set on trimming the fat, as it were." Helryx rested her elbows on the desk, holding her chin in her hands. She said, "Alright, I understand. I approve the board's decision. Good night, Mr. Naad." "Good night, Ms. Helryx," said Naad. He took up his brief case and went out the door, thinking, This briefcase could be used as an exercise weight. Stupid tablets. With luck, this new budget should bring us more paper to use. After Naad had left, Helryx took the phone from her desk and said, "Claire? Get me board member Jend on the line." "Yes, ma'am. Just a moment," responded Claire. There was a moment of silence, before another voice came on with a click, saying, "Jend here." "Mr. Jend, this is Helryx," said the Toa of water. "Since when is the board allowed to convene without my knowledge?" "Well, it's clearly written in the bylaws-" "Bother the bylaws. Naad was just in my office, and he told me that the board just voted on next year's budget, which involved heavy reallocation of resources from the Surveillance department. Who was the muffin head who wrote up that proposal?" There was a brief silence, and Jend said, "That... muffin head.... would be me, ma'am." "Oh. Well, in that case, I'd like you to know that my recommendation is to convene the board for an emergency meeting to discuss the budget. From what I understand, the new budget for the surveillance department is just over nine thousand widgets." "That's nine million, ma'am." "Really? Darn dyslexia. Well, anyhow, I want to meet with the board pronto to discuss this. I'm not the director of the Order of Mata Nui for nothing!" * * * Several days later, on the island of Nynrah, Order of Mata Nui agents Trinuma and Joe were on a stake out of the Brotherhood of Makuta building on that island. Trinuma could barely fit in the car, his knees scrunched up to his chin. Joe had a little easier time of it, being smaller, and kept a sharp eye on the building's entrance. Their objective? To keep an eye on the area and to report any activity of interest. Joe was using his binoculars to watch various people going in and out of the building. Unfortunately, it was night out, so he couldn't see much of anything. "Drat this device," he said. "Just a few weeks ago, we would have had a decent car and a pair of night vision goggles. Now all we've got is a junked up Dodge, a pair of binoculars from the Fourth Street Second Hand store, and some stale doughnuts." "Don't forget the kanoka disk launchers," said Trinuma, feeling just as grumpy as Joe was. "Man, I used to have a pair of ghost blasters, and now all I've got are these disk launchers! They're soooo 2004." "You said it," said Joe, peering into the darkness. They were currently parked in the parking lot of the McKyry's across the street from the Brotherhood of Makuta building. He reached down into the darkness of the van and pulled up the doughnut box, and said to his partner, "Want a doughnut?" "No thanks. They're too fattening." "Can we even gain weight? We're robots, right?" "Biomechanical beings, Joe. Wait, what's that?" Joe lifted up his binoculars and saw two Matoran walking out of the building. "What do you think they're up to?" asked Joe. "I mean, this late at night and all." Trinuma buckled his seat belt and said to Joe, "I say we follow them. They might be running some top secret errand for the Brotherhood." "You've been watching too much Law and Order," said Joe. "The Brotherhood doesn't assign important tasks to mere Matoran." "We'll see," said Trinuma. "We'll see." * * * Katax and Praket walked down the street to Praket's car, silent. "I can't believe your boss wanted us to meet with this organization," said Katax. "I know, right?" said Praket, opening the door to his car. "It's all about PR, though. The average Matoran is scared of the Brotherhood, so the higher ups wanted to show that we care a little about their well being." "That's... somewhat comforting," said Katax as he got in the front seat. "But I take it they don't want the masses to know just yet, do they?" "Exactly," said Praket, starting the car's engine. "That's why we have to meet them at night, just in case it goes bad, you know?" "Yes, sir," said Katax, buckling his seat belt. If there was one thing he had learned while working for the Brotherhood of Makuta, it was to always agree with the boss. The two drove downtown to a dilapidated parking garage, where they parked on the third floor. They got out of Praket's Prius, and approached a white van. About a quarter of the way there, the doors of the van opened, and two Matoran, a Toa, and a Turaga got out. They met halfway between their respective vehicles. "I'm Turaga Smith," said the Turaga, a Turaga of Stone. "And these are my fellow representatives from the Letty Gord Center for Toa. I see you got our message." "We did," said Praket coolly, which was ironic, as he was a Ta-Matoran. "We are here to accept your request for Brotherhood support. In the interest of PR, our boss said yes. All you have to do is sign some tablets, and it should be fine." "Yes, sir," said the Toa of Ice. "We'll send a Matoran representative down to do that. You can even start organizing the press release." He stuck out his hand to shake with Praket, who reciprocated by offering his own hand. "It's a done deal," declared the Ta-Matoran. "We'll be able to organize a public announcement soon." Little did these meeting persons know, however, that just across the street, Trinuma and Joe sat listening with their state of the art eavesdropping device. After the meeting was over, and the two parties went their separate ways, Trinuma said to Joe, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "What are you thinking?" said Joe, confused. "I'm thinking," said Trinuma, "That we ought to report this to the boss." "I'm thinking the same thing," said Joe. To be continued... X-Ray
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Way back when Takanuva was corrupted by a shadow leach, I wanted to make my own rendition of his newly half-and-half form. I spent some time fiddling around with different concepts until I hit on my current go-to Toa design for the chest and arms. After that things fell into place pretty easily, for the most part. I've bulked up the torso/stomach a little in the last few months, as well as the back of the neck, but that's about it. So, without further ado, Takanuva - Toa of Twilight! Front http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLight/toalight.jpg Back http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLight/toalight2.jpg Right-side http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/ToaMiracles/VarsaiNui/ToaofLight/toalight3.jpg
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This was a series of scribbles with the theory of "What if the Toa Mata/Nuva became Turaga?" after noticing that the Phantoka Matoran wore noble versions of Pohatu, Kopaka and Lewa's masks (I've been out of the loop with Bionicle for a while, and had just gotten back into it ^^; ) So, to start off here's Lewa, Kopaka and Pohatu. Then there's Onua, Gali and Tahu. Had to do some redesigning of the masks here as they didn't get official Noble versions. Onua's is a simplified version of his Mistika mask, while Gali's is a mixture of her Mata, Nuva and Mistika masks. Tahu's was done with Turaga Lhikan in mind, with some minor elements of his Mistika form. I also gave them their Nuva Symbols and silver versions of the Turaga's mechanisms, just for that little bit of distinction.
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There's a terror in the body, a hunter where Makuta fell. I present Vakhaiv: the remainder, the scourge within the shell. Click the poster, or here, to see the gallery. Name: VakhaivGender: MaleElement: IronSpecies: MatoranRace: Fe-Toa HordikaTitles: "scourge of the shell"Kanohi: Inaccesible HunaWeapons: Protosteel Drill "Grey Vandal"Alignment: Chaotic NeutralAffiliation: NonePersonality: Usually savage, angry, and very impulsive. Sometimes extremely intelligent and cunning.Vakhaiv was a Fe-Matoran from Stelt long ago, but eventually became a Toa of Iron. (Nothing of note happened to him before that time.)Soon after transforming, he was placed in stasis by the OOMN. The goal of this action was to prevent the Brotherhood from discovering Vakhaiv's existence during the purge (killing off Toa of Iron, Magnetism, Plasma, etc.). However, the location of this stasis center was overrun by Visorak. Unaware due to his slumber, Vakhaiv was mutated while still in stasis. At this point, the stasis tube was broken, and slowly began to malfunction and wear out. Those maintaining that facility on behalf of the OOMN were killed or mutated irreversibly by the Visorak horde; Vakhaiv was left on his own.Some time after that, when the Great Spirit Robot was ultimately finished off by Mata Nui and the Prototype Robot, most of the inhabitants were evacuated. Unbeknownst to them, Vakhaiv remained within the dead robot. Within a very short time, his stasis tube shattered completely and he escaped from it, disoriented and angry.Everyone had left him, forgotten about him, and he was a Hordika, a monster. The stasis tube had prevented his complete transformation, so Vakhaiv wasn't fully mindless. And so now, Vakhaiv roams the empty lands within the Great Spirit Robot, picking off the other remainders, simply surviving.At some point Vakhaiv killed an Onu-Matoran who had been using a patched-up mining drill in an attempt to escape the robot. Vakhaiv took the drill but was unable to escape, instead repurposing it for tearing apart his enemies (the list of which included everyone).Vakhaiv's current status is unknown, though he's probably standing an a corpse. He's in there. He's angry. Reviews on the MOC are greatly appreciated! Edit: Please use spoiler tags for spoilers only. -Wind- Sorry, Windy.
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Ok, we know they live for millenia, maybe even eons. However, they can't just live forever. They are part biological, after all. So I'm basically asking if there has been a set lifespan for the Matoran species. However, there would be little proof in the BIONICLE story of this, due to the fact that the main story took place over the course of a year (or two) if I remember correctly (which I probably don't). Even if it was more than a year, it would still not be enough time to give us a clear lifespan. So the info would probably come from a serial or GregF answers thingy. So this is my question: What is the average lifespan of a Matoran?
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Well, if you're a purist, I suggest leaving now. If you're not, and you think painting parts is OK, then feel free to stick around. I present to you, the last version of my Self-MOC, Auron! (Hopefully, I have no real plans to update him). (Link to MOCpages here: http://www.mocpages.com/moc.php/348723#comments) I'd also like you all to comment (yes, I already know that his really slim, so am I), if you have the time, because, if there's something I'm doing wrong with my building, I'd like to know, so I can become a better builder. (P.S. Yes, I know he's OP as Karzahni, he's a MacGuffin, and highly valuable to my story because of it!) (P.S.S. No bad words this time Windrider! I promise!)
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So, I got bored in History class today Dark Dreams ^Click it^ "I have slept for so long. My dreams have been dark ones. But now I am wakened... ...And the darkness cannot stand before me!" -Comic 1, The Coming of the Toa
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This guy's been sitting around on my shelves for the better part of four and a half years now. Almostly completely scratch/original build, and probably the first MOC where I began to show some ingenuity in my building, so I'm very proud of him.Main posehttp://www.brickshel...ire/toafire.jpgFrom the leftsidehttp://www.brickshel...re/toafire2.jpgFrom the backhttp://www.brickshel...re/toafire3.jpgBack with cape liftedhttp://www.brickshel...re/toafire4.jpgFrom the sidehttp://www.brickshel...re/toafire5.jpgUpclose on torso from the fronthttp://www.brickshel...re/toafire6.jpg
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After the sacrifices of the Toa Kitai, a new team rose from the ashes- the Kanau, the prophesied Last Hope for their land.^ click the picture above to go to the overall team gallery, click the names below for more pictures in the individual galleries ^Cilira, the Cunning. Toa of Lightning. Quiet co-leader of the Kanau. Tactical and stealth specialist.Kerev, the Swift. Toa of Air. Headstrong like all Le-Toa, but quiet unlike most. Speed fighter ("rusher").Asgage, the Grim. Toa of Stone. Serious, uses element sparingly but effectively. Team leader.Madar, the Volatile. Toa of Iron. Loyal but unstable. Destructive elemental abilities.Ormont, the Tenacious. Toa of Earth. Was forced to use his Iden to permanently possess a robot body. Heavy unit.As it says up there, individual Brickshelf galleries linked above; team gallery can be found by clicking the giant rainbow.The MOCpage for the Toa Kanau can be found right here, assuming someone cares.Some relevant points to make~I was running out of parts by the time I got to Cilira, but I wanted a blue Toa, and a female team member. That's why the torso- and actually, the entire MOC to some extent- looks like it is made from leftover pieces. Magnetism might've been a more fitting element for Asgage, based on appearance and such, but eh, whatever. Please remember that Ormont doesn't look like a Toa because he isn't- it's his spirit in a robot body. The MOC itself was initially inspired by Brute Steltians (my name for Krekka's species), although the no-right-eye thing is a coincidence... honestly. As a story-related side note, Ormont has one eye because the sudden energy influx busted one of the robot's optical sockets. Kerev does have a mask- a Calix, probably- which is molded like a ninja's mask because, well, he felt like it.So anyway, feedback is appreciated, as usual.If you've got the time and are so inclined, feel free to take a look at the various works that I have so self-servingly linked to in my signature, located for your convenience directly below this (and every) post that I've made.
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http://imgur.com/XJXZXhttp://imgur.com/lzGrJThis is Baronu, former Toa of Magnetism. In terms of construction, he's rather simple, having an Inika-like base for his torso and three of his limbs. His defining features, however, are quite unique and interesting (hopefully): his razor-edged Buzzsaw Staff and massive robotic gun arm.BackstoryBaronu was originally a Matoran of Magnetism working as a toolsmith in a village of Matoran near the eastern shore of the Northern Continent. He was transformed into a Toa around 50,000 years ago by a Toa Stone of unknown origin. The Order of Mata Nui soon discovered his existence and instructed him to stay and defend his village rather than go adventuring and risk the Brotherhood of Makuta learning about him and killing him like they did so many other Toa of Magnetism. After his transformation, Baronu happily abandoned his original profession, always having found it boring and not as important as his fellow Matoran believed it was.Life was more or less ordinary for him until about 25,000 years ago, when the village was attacked by a particularly aggressive swarm of Nui-Rama. Baronu managed to get rid of them, but not before losing his left arm and the systems that allowed him to control his element. The Matoran of the village were kind enough to take him on a boat to Xia, where they met up with a Vortixx engineer and granted him an immense quantity of metallic Protodermis in exchange for a robotic arm and short-range jetpack for Baronu. Afterwards, Baronu continued to protect the Matoran village from Rahi (as well as Exo-Toa/Rahkshi when Teridax took over) until the Great Spirit Robot was fatally damaged and the entire population of the village evacuated to Spherus Magna.BZPRPG ContinuityIn the universe of the BZPRPG, the Nui-Rama incident never occurred, meaning that Baronu still has two normal arms, no jetpack, and full control over Magnetism. 24,000 years later, his entire village was destroyed during an earthquake resulting from the Great Cataclysm, and Baronu was the only survivor. He later made his way to the island of Mata Nui along with many other Toa and members of other species as well. Once there, he settled down in Onu-Koro and began using his elemental powers to help the Onu-Matoran miners dig metallic ore out of the ground. He finds this job nearly as boring as his old one as a toolsmith, however, and would rather be taking the fight to Makuta than working monotonously in claustrophobic tunnels. He is smart enough to know that the former is essentially suicide, though, so he doesn't try.Personality/AbilitiesBaronu is rather arrogant and not much of a strategist, relying on his equipment and powers to carry him out of battles victorious or at least alive. Back when he had his elemental abilities, he was spoiled by them in a sense, as most of the foes he has faced have had plenty of metallic components for him to crush and tear apart. After losing his Magnetism powers, however, he has successfully adapted to having to rely on his weapons more than anything else. He has above-average intelligence in general, but doesn't really use it that often. He's not very ambitious either, which is part of the reason why he was content with staying in obscurity even after his transformation.Baronu's weapons include the Buzzsaw Staff, a long spear/staff-like tool that has a set of spinning Protosteel blades on the end. In MOC form, the blades can be spun by rotating a gear on the outside of the staff. The blade mechanism can be detached from the staff and thrown at foes with the help of Baronu's Kanohi Sanok. Back when he had his elemental powers, Baronu could magnetically yank the blades back over to him and reattach them to the staff after they hit a target. Now, however, he has to run over and physically pick them up, and his staff is about as useful as a large rock on the end of a stick until he does so.The robotic arm that Baronu possesses, however, more than makes up for the loss of his Magnetism abilities. Not only does it contain a Zamor launcher with spheres that can corrode armor, but it is also equipped with seeker missiles, a laser scope/cannon, a pair of dagger-like blades, and a single-barrel explosive Cordak dart launcher. The power of these various weapons is further enhanced by Baronu's Sanok, which ensures that they all very rarely miss their target.Full Image CollectionDownload: http://www.sendspace.com/file/0y816y(As you can see if you download this, the robotic arm is so heavy that it has to be supported with both a 90-degree Av-Matoran arm and a variant on the normal Inika arm design.)
