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1. How does the Mask of Life communicate telepathically, as it has been shown to do? Can a user of this mask access this power?2. Can Mata Nui actively communicate with the Mask of Life's mind? If so, could he use the Mask to communicate telepathically, or would he have to convince the Mask's mind to send the message?3. If some Toa, possibly insane, decided to try to wear the Mask of Life, what would happen to them now?
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Hello and welcome all to Glatorian Chronicles #12, which is the twelfth and final installment of the Glatorian Chronicles series!But first, let me tell new readers exactly what the GC is: This GC is, as I said before, the final installment. After this, there will be no more GC stories, even though there are other Glatorian characters in the BIONICLE universe. I only wanted to do the twelve characters released as canister sets, which with the posting of this last GC I have finally succeeded in doing.This GC, FYI, stars Mata Nui and thus is written from his point of view. Hope you enjoy it:Glatorian Chronicles #12: The Future Begins Where the Past EndsI walked through a swamp, keeping a careful eye open for a certain someone. I smelled the boggy water, heard the sounds of Rahi swimming beneath the water or flying above the treetops, felt the mud clinging to the underside of my feet, and tasted the humidity in the air. I saw the fallen stalactites scattered around the area, towering above me like the Black Spike Mountains. It was all so real that I almost forgot that it wasn’t.All these things that I smelled, heard, felt, tasted, and saw were the memories of a mask, a mask that had once walked among the living yet was not one of them. I had never physically been in Karda Nui before, but from the information I had gathered, this was how it looked just prior to my awakening. Or, I should say, prior to the awakening of Makuta Teridax in my body.As I walked across the mud islets in the swamp, I mulled over what had happened only a few hours ago. I had used a prototype of my original robot body to fight Makuta Teridax for the fate of my people and the Spherus Magnans. Thanks to the actions of Toa Tahu, I had managed to slay Teridax once and for all, saving the inhabitants of both Spherus Magna and my own universe while restoring the planet to its original state. After that, I had returned to the Mask of Life, for I had one last loose end to tie up: Toa Ignika, the spirit of the Mask of Life.Ever since Teridax forced my spirit into the Mask of Life so many months ago, my soul had dominated Ignika’s. Ignika’s soul had been dominant only once since I controlled of the mask and that when giving Toa Tahu the golden armor. Now I needed to talk with Ignika.I had never mentioned this before, but for a while now I had felt Ignika’s spirit growing stronger within the mask. At first, Ignika didn’t seem to care that I was in control, but recently it has been harder for me to remain in control of the mask. I had concluded that Ignika was trying to become the dominant soul again, although I didn’t know why.That was another reason I had rejected the offer to become leader of the new Spherus Magna. So long as Ignika was trying to reassert his control over the mask, it would be like having a ruler with a split personality: dangerous and unpredictable, maybe even worse than Teridax. As I favored peace and not conflict, I decided to figure out just what Ignika was so unhappy about.The only problem was finding Ignika. While it was true that we both shared the same vessel, our minds were not one. Therefore it was possible for Ignika to hide himself from me, as he appeared to be doing now, but I knew that I would find him eventually. He couldn’t hide forever.Just then, I heard the fluttering and buzzing of wings above me. Looking up, I saw all eight of the Karda Nui Makuta -- the ones Toa Ignika and the Toa Nuva had fought here -- flying toward me. Their weapons were drawn and they were not coming to say hello.Just as I readied myself for combat, a yellow blur shot past me. Startled, I looked up into the sky to see a single yellow-and-silver-armored Toa on a skyboard fighting all eight Makuta at once. And amazingly, he was winning.Every Makuta the yellow Toa hit with his blade screamed in pain and exploded into dust. The Makuta attempted to put up a fight, but they were clearly outmatched by this unstoppable Toa. Bitil summoned multiple versions of himself from the past, but not a single one survived the Toa’s onslaught. Icarax tried to come up from behind, though the Toa seemed to have seen that coming, for he whirled around and with one swift blow completely disintegrated the Makuta.Soon, where eight powerful Makuta once flew, none remain. Only the yellow Toa still flew, looking down at me with cold green eyes as he sheathed his sword and put away his Midak Skyblaster.“You are a great fighter, Ignika,” I said, clapping my hands. “And for that I applaud you.”“I don’t want your applause,” said Ignika as he lowered from the sky. “I don’t want anything from you, Mata Nui.”“Yes, I’ve noticed your less-than-friendly attitude toward me lately,” I said as Ignika landed. “That is why I have come looking for you. What have I done to wrong you? I cannot think of why you would be so upset at me.”Ignika looked at me coldly, but didn’t answer. Instead, he folded his arms, turned around, and sat down on his skyboard, with not even one word of elaboration for this display of immature behavior.I sighed. Ignika had what the Agori would call a very childish mind. I had seen young Agori villagers act like Ignika during my time on Bara Magna, but I had never had to discipline any of them. That was always their parents’ responsibility. Therefore I was unsure how to handle this situation exactly.So I said, “Ignika, you know I can’t read your mind. Tell me what you are so upset about.”He still didn’t look at me, nor did he say anything. I was starting to think it was easier fighting Makuta Teridax than dealing with a stubborn mask, but I didn’t give up then and I wasn’t giving up now. I needed to get Ignika to talk to me, and I knew the best way how.“Ignika, stop this,” I told him. “Would Matoro act so childishly when he was upset? Wouldn’t he tell his friends the reasons for his anger, rather than keeping it to himself and leaving his friends to guess it?”That seemed to do it, for Ignika looked up at me. His expression was still unkind, however. He was frowning and his eyes were narrowed, although I did not feel apprehensive or fear. Emotions couldn’t hurt someone unless they were acted upon and Ignika was not acting upon his emotions yet.“You’re . . . right,” said Ignika reluctantly. “I just thought it was obvious why I am angry.”“Well, it’s not,” I said. ”We may share the same mask, but that doesn’t mean I can read your thoughts, Ignika. Tell me what is upsetting you.”Ignika stood up and turned to face me. I felt power radiating from his body like heat, but I stood my ground. Ignika wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. That much I knew.“I want to be a Toa again,” Ignika said, pointing at his own body. “And I am angry because you’re not letting me create a new body for myself so I can be a Toa again.”“Ah,” I said. “I didn’t realize you still wanted to be a Toa.”“Of course you didn’t,” said Ignika, not looking me in the eyes. “You were too busy saving the world to care about the wants of a simple mask.”I wanted to argue that that wasn’t true, but I knew that Ignika was right. During my time as the Great Spirit of my body, I had never really paid attention to what happened inside of me. My focus was always on the outside, on the planets I visited and cultures I observed. I rarely thought about what the people I ruled and protected were going through. It appeared that I had done the same thing with Ignika, except on a much smaller scale.So I said, “Ignika, I apologize for not taking your own wants into account. I just did what I thought was for the greater good. I didn’t intend to upset you.”“That’s a joke,” said Ignika with a laugh. “And that’s funny because I’m not good at spotting jokes. The only thing I got to do was give Tahu the golden armor, and that was only because Tren Krom sent me a message that activated the golden armor feature. You were the one fighting Teridax and saving two worlds while I just sat by and basically did nothing.”“As you said, you gave Tahu the golden armor,” I pointed out. “If Tahu had never received the golden armor, I would never have defeated Teridax once and for all. And then we’d all be dead, Ignika, you included.”“I know,” said Ignika, kicking a nearby stone into the muddy water with a splash. “But, unless you have sand in your ears, you’d have noticed that I said that Tren Krom sent a message to me that activated the golden armor feature. It wasn’t a conscious choice on my part.”“Yet it was still a heroic deed nonetheless,” I said.Ignika looked up at me with a scorching glare and said, “Was it, Mata Nui? I’m not so sure. If I was forced to do it, how can it be heroic? Aren’t heroes the people who choose to act when everyone else chooses not to? How can I be heroic if I wasn’t given a choice to act or not to act?”“You have a point,” I admitted. “But giving you a body so you can play hero won’t change that.”Too late did I realize the mistake I made in saying that, for Ignika’s eyes flared and he said, “Play hero? You think I only want to play hero, like . . . like a child?”It was at that moment that a sharp pain resonated through the back of my head. It wasn’t physical pain, for inside the mask I didn’t have a physical body. It was a mental or spiritual pain, the kind only a spirit could inflict upon another spirit. That meant Ignika was attacking me.I cried out as I fell to my knees. The blow felt strong and concentrated, not accidental. Was Ignika trying to harm me? Or was he, in his anger, simply losing control of his powers?Whatever the case, I knew I had to calm him down somehow before he went too far.So I looked up at Ignika, whose arms were still folded and whose eyes were still cold.“I want my body back,” Ignika said, his green eyes more feral than rational. “You know, the only reason I let you control the mask in the first place was because I thought you’d let me have my body back once you completed your mission. But if you won’t willingly give control of the mask back to me, then maybe I’ll just take it back by force.”Another stab of pain in my head, but I kept my eyes locked on Ignika. I showed no weakness to him, because I now knew that he was intentionally trying to subdue me. And, with horror, I realized he would probably succeed, for up until now he had merely allowed me control of the mask. In a sheer contest of wills, I knew he’d crush me unless I could reason with him.“Ignika,” I said, struggling to raise my hand. “Don’t do this. Toa don’t force others to give them the things they want. It’s not heroic.”“Well, Mata Nui, you yourself said that I was just playing hero,” Ignika replied. “So, I can do whatever I want, since I’m not a ‘real’ Toa.”The next attack was so fierce, so powerful, that I nearly blacked out. I hit the mud and slowly started sinking in. I couldn’t even move my limbs I was so weak. His will was crushing mine, as easily as a giant crushes an ant.I couldn’t allow Ignika to become the dominant spirit or recreate his body, however. Repeating the Great Beings’ mistakes was something I had vowed to prevent at all costs. To keep history from repeating itself, the Mask of Life needed to be out of the picture, at least temporarily. And so I needed to defeat Ignika somehow, prevent him from regaining control of the mask before it was too late.At first, I feared that I would not be able to dominant Ignika’s fierce, overwhelming will. Yet, as I sank deeper into the mud, I realized that Ignika, in order to attack me, must have made a mental connection between us. If he could attack my mind, then maybe I could attack his, as well.I would not, however, attack with anger and frustration, which were Ignika’s choice weapons. Instead, I would hit Ignika with something even worse: my memories.Using all of my mental energy, I found the mental connection between our minds. This move seemed to surprise Ignika, for the pressure he was putting on me lifted slightly, but it was just enough to give me an opening. Calling upon my memories, I projected them into his mind, allowing him to see the things I had seen repeated many, many times on my journey across the universe.Whole planets at war with each other, fighting over badly-needed natural resources that they didn’t want to share. Dictators ordering the deaths of millions of innocent people for no reason other than to satisfy their bloodlust. Weapons of mass destruction blowing up whole cities, annihilating thousands of beings in the blink of an eye. Soldiers armed with deadly weapons going from city to city, killing anyone they came across, even -- or especially -- if that person was a civilian.And, finally, I showed him one of my earliest memories, from when I first left Spherus Mana: The Shattering. I showed him the massive explosion that ripped through the planet. Showed him Spherus Magna shattering into three smaller planets as the population plunged into chaos due to the catastrophe and sudden lack of central government. Showed him the corpse of an Agori that was flung from the shattered planet, which drifted by my head even as I departed from Spherus Magna to begin my 100,000 year long journey around the universe.And, without warning, I was back on the surface of the swamp at Ignika’s feet. Ignika’s will no longer pressed down on my own, so I stood back up and looked at Ignika to see how he had reacted to the memories I had shared with him.Ignika looked like he had fallen over in the mud himself, for his yellow and silver armor was streaked with it. His green eyes were no longer cold with apathy, but wide with shock and horror.For a moment, I wondered if I had gone too far. The horrors I had shown him had shaken even me and I had more experience with death and mass destruction than Ignika did. Had I shocked Ignika so badly that he could no longer speak? Had I somehow damaged his mind with the horrors that I had showed him?Then Ignika spoke. “I . . . I had no idea there was such suffering and evil in the universe . . .”I nodded. “It’s hard to believe, but I hope you now understand why I cannot allow you to become Toa Ignika once more.”“I . . . I think I do,” said Ignika, one hand on his heartlight. “But I would never do any of that.”“I know you wouldn’t, but others would,” I said as I wiped some of the mud off my hands. “Even if you did nothing, the Spherus Magnans would divide into groups: those who support you and those who don’t. They would harm each other in their zeal for or against me. Yet it has nothing to do with you, Ignika, and everything to do with me.”Ignika looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”“I’m an important figure to both the native Spherus Magnans and to the inhabitants of my former body,” I said. “They want me to rule them, but I know that would be foolish. It’d be best for them to learn to rule themselves, rather than relying on another powerful yet fallible being to make all of the hard decisions for them. And besides, not all of them want me as their leader. Many, I am sure, want nothing more than to see me dead.”“I see,” said Ignika, realization slowly dawning in his eyes. “I think I understand what you mean. You don’t want either of us to become dictators or somehow disrupt the new society, is that it?”“Exactly,” I said, nodding. “Under different circumstances, I would let you become Toa Ignika again. As it is, though, too many people still associate the Mask of Life with me and will associate it with me for many years to come. I don’t want people to take advantage of you in order to get to me.”Ignika nodded unhappily. “You’re right. Maybe it would be too dangerous for me to make a new body. I guess that it’s for the greater good that I remain a mask forever.”Sighing, Ignika turned away, probably to leave, but I had to say one last thing to him. He sounded so sad, which made me feel sorry for him. I didn’t want to crush his spirits, yet at the same time I didn’t want to install false hope in him, either. I would give him something to look forward to. Something that would make the inevitable years of waiting that awaited us bearable.“Hey, Ignika,” I said, putting one hand on his shoulder.Ignika looked at me, frowning. “Yes, Mata Nui? What is it?”“I just wanted to tell you that it won’t be this way forever,” I said. “Someday, we’ll return and live among the Spherus Magnans. Maybe if a new threat emerges, Toa Ignika can live once more.”“And what if Spherus Magna is never threatened by a new evil?” asked Ignika. “Do I remain a mere mask forever?”“No,” I said as I shook my head. “If the day comes when the Spherus Magnans no longer look upon me or the Mask of Life with the reverence with which they do currently, then we can return and live among them like normal people. You could even be a Toa again if you wanted to.”Ignika smiled, the first time I had ever seen him do it. “Thank you, Mata Nui. You are a kind being.”I took my hand off of his shoulder and said, “You’re welcome, Ignika. In the meantime, I think we’ll both have to be patient, because it’ll probably be a while before we can return to the physical world.”Ignika shrugged. “Before I became a Toa the first time, all I ever did was wait for someone to come and use me to heal you. I think you’re the one who is going to have to learn patience, Mata Nui.”It took me a moment to realize, but that was the first time I had ever heard Ignika joke. Before I could comment on it, Ignika started his skyboard and flew away. I stood in the swamp and watched him go, wondering what the future had in store, not only for us, but for Spherus Magna as a whole as well.I was also making plans, arrangements for where the Mask of Life would be placed until its proper time. Right now it was in the hands of Toa Tahu, but I knew a better place where it could stay until the time came for Ignika and I to return. It was a dangerous place, one that most beings could not get to, but it was, in my opinion, the best place to hide the mask. I just needed to communicate to Tahu to contact the Order of Mata Nui and then, like Ignika, I would wait.THE END of the Glatorian Chronicles.To be continued in “Dawn of the New Century.” Coming to the Epics forum late 2012/early 2013. And so the Glatorian Chronicles is finally, truly finished. It was a fun project, one I honestly didn't think I'd ever actually finish, but here I am, posting the very last story in the series, which just feels great. I should celebrate.Comments, criticism, questions, etc. are all welcomed and encouraged .-TNTOS-Edit: Made a few changes in response to Yukiko's review below. -
Quick question:Why is Mata Nui's heart in his tummy? It's a heart, and supposed to be in his chest, not his stomach. Just wondering if anyone could give some clarification. Sorry if it's annoying.~Tobi
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How did Mata Nui end up underneath...Mata Nui to start with? Did he slide underneath it or was the whole thing created when the camo systems malfunctioned? I always thought that all the E.P. leak did was add vegetation to the barren landscape of the already-existing island. -
I didn't see this topic anywhere else, and I thought it was a good question:So, the Matoran language is a programming language, like 0's and 1's. But I do have a few questions: first, whenever a weird word (I'll use "Vezon" as an example) is brought up, the story will quickly describe it, saying something along the lines of "vezon is the Matoran word for 'double'." The question is: are beings in the MU always speaking Matoran (with the exclusion of the Skakdi's native tongue)? Seeing as the characters tend to point out specific words, such as "inika", "vezon", etc., is the story just clarifying what the words mean? If this is true, then when a character, such as a Piraka, saw a word and the story said "if [redacted] recalled correctly, [redacted x] was the Matoran word for [redacted y]". Sorry if this is confusing.But this also brings me to my next question: if the MU beings are always speaking Matoran, how did they communicate with the Glatorian/Agori on Bara Magna, who would, theoretically, speak Agori? When Lewa was transported to Bota Magna, he encountered several Agori and was unable to communicate with them, so their language is obviously different. But Tahu and the others were able to communicate with Gresh and friends just fine. Why is this?~Tobi
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According to this poll, a good number of BZP members want a "Mata Nui Robot set". That term is somewhat less than meaningful.The second question is to gauge how Lego, if they were going to make the set, can or should make the set. It might be easier for Lego to make this set out of new building system parts, and since posability may be an asset with this set, it may be a slight improvement in that regard.
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----Chapter One---- Time: 4:16 PM Location: Po-Wahi, Mata Nui ------------Javan: Alright, let’s do this.Shorn: Wait, you mean now?Javan: Yes, I mean now. We pick a random, isolated hut on Mata Nui, we storm in, we grab the Kolhii stones, we grab the lavaboard, we grab whatever we can get our hands on. That’s the deal. That’s what we do.Shorn: Okay, okay, I got it.Javan: We go in on go, okay? One, two…Shorn: Wait, do we go on three or do we go on go?Javan: We go in on go. That’s what people usually mean when you say “we go in on go”. It’s one, two, three, and then go.Shorn: Yes, but when you say “one, two, three” it’s sort of implied that you actually want to start on “three”. If you want to go on “go”, then you should have said “ready, set, go”, because that’s already associated—Javan: Will you just Do NOT bypass the word filter -B6 shut up? We go on go, alright? Is that so hard to do? Just live with it. Okay, so one, two—Shorn: Wait, wait. Let me load my gun.Javan: Oh, for—this is a robbery! A Do NOT bypass the word filter -B6 robbery! How did the thought no cross your head that “Oh, we're probably going to hold someone up at gunpoint! Maybe I should take the time to at least load my mother Do NOT bypass the word filter -B6 gun!!!”.Shorn: Look, at least I remembered, okay? At least I didn’t hold up someone at gunpoint without the gun loaded, like someone I could—Javan: Alright, we’re actually going in now, okay? Okay. For reals. We are going to do this, okay? Okay. One, two—Shorn: Wait, look!Javan: You have got to be kidding me.Shorn: Look at that shadow!Javan: Who the frick cares about a mother What part about Do NOT bypass the word filter is so hard to grasp? Is it the NOT part? Do the bold and capital letters just not do it for you? -B6 shadow? Maybe you’ve just never thought of this before, but just about every single solid thing on this entire planet has a shadow.Shorn: But this one moved. It’s alive.Javan: No, your brain was probably just entertaining itself by tricking your eyes because it hasn’t been used in so long, you I can't believe I actually have to sit down and do this -B6 moron.Shorn: No, really. It moved. Right there, man. It moved.Javan: Just shut it and load your gunoh my Mata Nui you’re right.Shorn: Is someone behind us?Javan: How am I supposed to know?Shorn: Turn around and look!Javan: You turn around and look!Shorn: Yeah, and what if he overheard what we’re going to do? I’m not turning around and letting him get a good look at me just so he can identify me later!Javan: Oh, so you’ll let me get caught. I appreciate that so much. Really, I have better things to do with my life -B6 backstabber.Shorn: Just turn around!Javan: Look, we’ll fight for it, okay? Rock paper scissors.Shorn: Alright, fine, fine. I’ll do it.Javan: Okay. One, two—Shorn: Wait, on go or on three?Javan: Will you just This is ridiculous -B6 do it?Shorn: Okay, okay. One, two, THREE!Javan: Aw, for—two out of three.Shorn: No way, man. You lost!Javan: Two out of three!Shorn: Fine, fine. Again. One, two, THREE!Javan: Ha! Dragon beats scissors!Shorn: What? That’s paper! You have your palm flat out! That’s paper!Javan: No, when you have your thumb down, its paper. When you have it up, it’s dragon.Shorn: There is no dragon! The title clearly says, “Rock, Paper, Scissors”!Javan: It doesn’t say “Rock, Paper, Scissors, No Dragon”! It's totally legit, man.Shorn: You know, while we’re wasting all this time, that guy behind us could be up to someth— *** Time: ??? Location: ??? ------------ Shorn: …ugh…Javan: …what the…Shorn: …my head…Javan: Where are we? What…what happened?Shorn: Look, up there. There’s a sign. It’s…it’s in shorthand.Javan: It’s…where…Shorn: What? Where are we?Javan: I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this place before.Shorn: What does it say? What does the sign say?Javan: It…what…where the Okay, screw you. I'm playing Skyrim. -B6 is Las Vegas?
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So, I couldn't find this topic anywhere, but please point me in the right direction if it's somewhere else, but I really want to start a discussion about the Great Being inside the Matoran Universe. Since Greg hasn't written too often, we should have enough time to discuss it and try to come up with clues. I actually have an opinion, but I don't want to announce it unless people respond... so please respond! >~Makuta'sdarkslave
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I still don't know how to embed videos here, so links will have to do. The Dark Time. As you can probably tell, it's a theme I have made for the Dark Time after the Great Cataclysm.I am thinking of editing it, making it a bit more 'dark' and more.... 'intense', to say the least. So, tell me how you like it, and what I should do with it. Thx. (PS~ I'm new at this, so please be specific in your criticism.)
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Anyone remember my Zamarslide 1.0? Well, I took that concept and made it bigger and better! Basically, it's a Bionicle roller coaster that incorperates a scene from each of the six Koro of Mata Nui. Video: http-~~-//vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=30604526&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1.swf Pictures: Lots of ugly beams It's a long way down From the back Matoran, Rahi and props Bye! More photos available upon request. This was a challenging build for me. I originally meant to have a loop-de-loop after the Ta-Koro section, but it wasn't tall enough for the Zamars to get enough momentum. I think the hill worked well, though. I never quite knew what the next section of track would be, so it's kind of just tacked-together. Were I to rebuild it, I could make it more stable and uniform. I first started building this forever ago, and then it got stuck in a closet half-built for months while I focused on other projects. It was done for a while before I got around to photographing it. It was dismantled immediately after because it was such a strain on parts. Technic beams and ball joints especially- it used 27 individual ball joints! I plan on making this just the first of a line of Zamarslides, each based around a period of Bionicle. Ruki fish design belongs to Bundalings. I hope you liked it! Be sure to leave some C&C! Oh, and does anyone know how to make the video bigger? I can't figure it out...
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SPACED OUTA story about being alone, confused and cold. In space.Written by Katuko. It was dark. Everything was dark. Well, not everything. There were a couple of flashing lights inside the strange creature's head, but it was certain that came from... whatever had made it black out in the first place. It opened its eyes. Well, "open" may be the wrong word, given their mechanical nature. As they flickered back to life, however, they began glowing a deep red. On, open, glowing... it's the same thing in the end, thought the creature. Its thought processes paused momentarily as various signals pulsed throughout its body, relaying information back to the brain. The news were not good. Shell damage extensive, but not immediately dangerous. Major damage to rear section: back, neck, head and leg joints. Minor damage to arms, hands, hand shields and facial armor. Krana cockpit secure. Stored air: 0%. Nearby sources of air: 0%. The Bohrok frowned as much as a machine could possibly do, which wasn't much. As it processed the last few words, its mind suddenly jolted back to full awareness. No air? Oh, you got to be kidding me.It looked around, suddenly aware that everything was still black except a few lights here and there. It's weightless nature was now painfully obvious. I'm in friggin' space. Nuhvok-Kal should have seen me now. That guy has a sick obsession with placing things in orbit. Lehvak-Kal twisted his head, trying to locate his home, the island of Mata Nui. Unfortunately for him, the island was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the planet itself was nowhere to be seen. He tried to groan in frustration, but no sound came out. Oh, right. Space.With nothing else to do, he tried moving an arm. The limb shuddered a bit, but did not have any problems with operating as it should. Still, the outer armor looked battered and scorched, and the large, claw-like shields attached to the hands were slightly bent. Son of a Rahkshi, I look terrible. Wish I had a mirror... my back's probably even worse. A few minutes later, after checking all his limbs and other systems, Lehvak-Kal was bored. Really bored. So bored, in fact, that he couldn't come up with anything else to think about than how bored he was. Luckily, after getting bored about thinking about how bored he was – and briefly considering going clinically insane just to spice things up – something drifted into view. Something red. What... is that? he thought. The Bohrok tried moving his body towards the thing, but without any means of propulsion that proved impossible. Lehvak-Kal was left swimming in the vacuum, getting increasingly frustrated. He looked at his hand shields. Yeah, you guys were terribly useful... you stupid pieces of scrap. 'Vacuum Shields', hah! You suck. Like, literally suck, because you are vacuu—ohforgetit. You're useless. Always needs to take in air before blowing it out again. Yeah, that worked real well, didn't it? Lehvak-Kal flailed around, desperately trying to move himself, but in space there was nothing he could do. He kept complaining in his mind. I swear, everyone else got cool stuff like super-hot plasma and magnetism and lightning, but I? I get vacuum. Not even air, just vacuum. I got the awesome power of controlling nothing! Friggin' Bahrag, they had it coming... And even when I finally got enough power to do some damage with these shields, they ended up blowing me through three miles of rock and into space. Thank the Great Beings they didn't give my body any way of feeling pain... The red object had gotten closer now. Lehvak-Kal wasn't sure if it was moving towards him or if it was he who was still going forwards from him little mishap back on Mata Nui, but in any case he estimated that it wouldn't take him more than a few minutes to reach it. As minutes became hours, however, Lehvak-Kal got bored again. Whatever the red thing was it was obvious that he was on a collision course with it, but apparently he would rust away before he got that far. For the twenty-first time in twice as many minutes, he aimed his shields at his feet and set the triggers to "blow" before activating their power. And for the twenty-first time in the same amount of attempts, nothing happened. He cursed. Again. *** Even as time passed, Lehvak-Kal's sense of time never failed, and he never lost count of his number of attempts to make his shields work. He was a robot, after all, and even though his "brain" was organic, his personality and way of thinking was hardwired into the body itself, along with several system instruments. Among them was a calculator, and a clock. He knew its way of dividing the day into hours was most likely irrelevant in the middle of deep space, but at least he knew how much time had passed. Lehvak-Kal knew he had blacked out some time after his organics got shaken up from the first three or four impacts on the rough way from the island's underground tunnels and up. He distinctly remembered seeing a bright flash of white with a black silhouette in the middle before he fainted. The Bohrok now realized that what he had seen was the snow on the top of the island's highest mountain, with the silhouette being himself – or rather, the hole he had made. The last recorded time before blackout was 14:10. The last system check happened at 14:42. Lehvak-Kal was confused. I was out for barely half an hour, he thought. I can't possibly have left the planet behind in that time. He shook his head. Maybe Nuhvok-Kal made it collapse in on itself or something. You never know what gravity can do when turned up to eleven. *** 1356, said the calculator. One thousand three hundred and fifty-six, muttered Lehvak-Kal to himself, despite the all-encompassing silence of space. He pointed his shields at his feet again. One thousand three hundred and fifty-seven. Nothing. Curses. *** The red object had definitely grown larger, but it was still miles away, as far as Lehvak-Kal could tell. He had spent the last hour speculating on his current life, and had concluded that he was lucky after all. Sure, he was trapped in space, but he was the sole survivor of an apparent global disaster, and that certainly trumped being a victim of it. At first he had felt a strange sense of loss when he remembered that all his Krana had been left behind in the hive, but he was a machine, and machines tended to get over such trivial matters. His personality wasn't stripped of all emotion, though. He distininctly remembered feeling glee, anger and confusion... but pride had always been the most prominent emotion, especially back when he and the rest of the Bohrok-Kal fought the Toa Nuva. In the end, it was also pride and egomania that resulted in him absorbing too much power. He felt like an amateur villain. Beaten by his own powers. His own, useless powers. How maddingly ironic. His thoughts returned to the Krana stationed in the cockpit inside his brain. He knew that the thing was organic, and that every action he decided to take was somehow being calculated and then performed via it. It was his brain, after all, yet he knew that it had a mind of its own. Krana were shaped like masks, and they were possible to eject in case the Bohrok body got irreparably damaged. Their shape meant that they could also attach themselves to someone's head and control their minds. Krana also had special powers when inside a Bohrok, being able to draw from the Bohrok body's energy in order to do things like creating forcefields or make the Bohrok levitate. And yet, Lehvak-Kal knew that whenever his Krana was changed, he would just black out for a second. His mind did not move with the Krana. He ended up thinking of them simply as organic programs, but he was always a bit paranoid, afraid that they would end up relaying his toughts to everyone else in the swarm. It was their purpose, after all, to think and administrate thoughts. Still, with his personality firmly rooted in his own body, he felt reasonably certain that his thoughts wouldn't be stored in the Krana after removal. He could never be certain of what it was thinking while it acted like his brain, however. Maybe it doesn't think at all? Or does it think whatever I think? Are my thoughts its thoughts until it gets removed? His Krana hurt from thinking too hard. Whatever the case may be, it's certainly strained right now. Better leave the issue alone. With his philospohical debate done, Lehvak-Kal instead assessed the situation at hand. After nearly wrecking his body with an overpowered blast of air from his vacuum shields, he had been launched into space, where he had now been for hours. Luckily he didn't need to breathe, but the lack of air meant that he couldn't propel himself anywhere with his shields. Right now he was drifting towards an unknown location, while his home planet was assumed to be destroyed. All in all, not a good day. In his head sat a Krana Xa-Kal: a Liberator'. Unfortunately, its only power was to awaken the Bahrag, who were now gone. Definitely not his best day. Space was cold. Lehvak-Kal could almost feel his limbs make cracking noises as he kept moving them to prevent freezing. Sooner or later, though, they would definitely freeze, and there was nothing he could do about it. He found himself wishing for a certain Krana which he knew provided resistance to both heat and cold when active, but shook the idea from him. There was no use in wishful thinking. Cold, tactical analysis was all that mattered. Lehvak-Kal fired up his system scan. Warning: Extensive shell damage. Major damage to rear section, minor damage to limbs, hand shields and facial armor. Krana cockpit secure, though chilled. Temperature steadily dropping. Estimated time until fatal freezing: 2 days. Soon enough, he turned the system scan off again and went back to wishful thinking. It made him happier. *** Space wasn't just cold, it was also very empty. Sure enough, there were stars everywhere, but until now Lehvak-Kal hadn't seen anything else of interest. He had shut his system down in order to pour all the energy into defrosting his body, but it hadn't helped. The flashing message on his screen informed him that he had less than a day left before he would freeze to death. Or rather: His Krana would. With it gone, however, the Bohrok couldn't continue to operate. Lehvak-Kal's body would shut down, and then he would be left floating in space as a lifeless hunk of metal forever. If Mata Nui was truly gone, then there would never be any more Krana either, and so there was little chance that he would be picked up and awoken even after a few millennia. Just as he was about to give up all hope, however, another system message flashed in his mind. Suprisingly enough, it was the altitude meter. Height: 300 feet above ground. Lehvak-Kal refreshed it. It must be a mistake. Height: 250 feet above ground. Confused, he looked around. There was nothing in front of him. Height: 200 feet above ground. 150 feet. 100. 50 feet above ground. Warning: Speed too high. Brace for impact. Lehvak-Kal realized what has happening just a moment before he slammed violently into something very, very hard. The shock tore off part of his left leg and made a large dent in his left arm. The world spun until his system managed to recalibrate itself. Once it was done, he felt something strange: gravity. He could tell up from down again. Rolling over onto his front, Lehvak-Kal used his good arm to lift himself slightly off the metallic surface. It was glowing in a bright red color, and was apparently quite hot. He couldn't feel it, but he still welcomed the warmth. The frost in his body was already melting away. What in the blazes...The Bohrok dragged himself over to an apparent seam in the metal. It was clearly marked: Emergency exit. Without a second thought, Lehvak-Kal rammed the tip of his right vacuum shield into the crack. Unfortunately, he was unable to wedge the hatch open. Before long, however, it was flung open, and Lehvak-Kal recoiled as a small, purple being in black armor pointed the muzzle of a laser gun at him. It lifted an eyebrow in surprise, then lowered its weapon and waved for him. Lehvak-Kal crawled over to the hatch and pulled himself into the little chamber inside. The being closed the hatch, then signaled via radio to another. A loud hiss was heard as air poured into the chamber. Lehvak-Kal was relieved to finally hear sound again. "I don't know who you are," he began, but was interrupted by the smaller being. "Shut up!" it said. "You are the one who's going to answer questions here." "Uh..." Lehvak-Kal said, before being rudely interrupted in the form of a laser shot to his right foot. He cursed, and was rewarded with another shot to the same foot. With the Bohrok's left leg too damaged to be of use, they both crumpled under his weight. He was now without legs to stand on. "I said shut up," shouted the being hysterically, "and when I say shut up, you shut up!" "Hey, calm down, I wasn't trying to—" "SHUT UP!" Another laser shot sent one of Lehvak-Kal's shields flying. Hearing it clatter against the wall of the chamber, he wisely decided to shut up. *** Things were looking slightly better than before. True, the insane purple alien had fired enough shots to melt most of Lehvak-Kal's body, but that had mercifully also melted his gun. After that, two of the being's coworkers had arrived, shoved him out the door and taken over interrogations. "What are you doing here?" asked the first. "How did you get out of the robot?" "What robot?" asked Lehvak-Kal, still confused. The second being, who was holding a rectangular piece of metal in his hand, glanced at the other and pointed at something on the metal. "He wouldn't know," he said. "The Bohrok were never meant to see the whole thing." "The whole what?" asked Lehvak-Kal. "The robot whose face you've been cleaning, of course," answered the first being, grabbing the plate and turning it around. On it was an image of a large, Toa-like figure, with a shape resembling the island of Mata Nui carved around its head. Lehvak-Kal's mind churned; puzzle pieces slowly falling into place. The tunnels... the island's "face"... the metal beneath... The purple beings noticed that he went silent and exchanged a telling glance. "This must be one of the older models... it doesn't think very fast." "What do you call this robot, then?" Lehvak-Kal finally asked. "Why, Mata Nui of course." "Mata Nui, after the Great Spirit?" Another glance. Lehvak-Kal felt insulted. "No," answered the being with the tablet. "Mata Nui as in the robot Mata Nui. 'Great Spirit'... What did you think he was? Some kind of god?" The two beings giggled. Lehvak-Kal made a hollow, rattling sound, like metal parts being tossed into a crate. "What was that?" asked one of them. "Oh, nothing, just the last piece of my sanity collapsing, I think," answered Lehvak-Kal. "Never mind that." "Good. Now that that's explained, it's your turn. How did you get out? Why were you in space?" "I got out... around the time my shields overloaded and launched me through a few miles of solid rock and then into friggin' space," Lehvak-Kal answered. "That was two days ago. Since then I've just been drifting, until I finally hit you by sheer luck." "I don't buy that. After the Bohrok-Kal disaster, we assumed you had been blown into the ocean and never bothered searching. That was year ago, by the way. The Bohrok swarms were released again a few days ago and cleansed the island like the extravagant housemaids they were supposed to be. I'll never get why the Great Beings bothered to make them instead of a giant pair of windshield wipers, but that's besides the point. The robot left Aqua Magna immediately afterwards, and arrived at Bara Magna as planned not too long after. After a rather entertaining fight between an old Great Being robot prototype and your own dear home robot, the moons were reunited into Spherus Magna. The prototype fell apart after fullfilling Mata Nui's mission, and your 'bot was, unfortunately, headshotted by a moon. Well, moon fragment; whatever, it was still wicked sick to witness. I wish I had caught it on tape, you would have loved it." Lehvak-Kal was, at this point, more confused than ever. "Mata Nui... is gone?" "Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Technically, he's not gone, his spirit's just dormant in a mask, but the robot is permanently offline, yes. Most of the inhabitants survived, I think, but I don't think we'll be needing the Bohrok anymore. You're without a job, pal. A year ago I wouldn't have thought it possible. But! I digress! Now, tell me: how did you get from Aqua Magna, the moon, to this station? We are approximately 120 000 miles away from your original location. If you were launched a full year ago, you should either have made contact with Bara Magna or lost in deep space after a few days.The chance of you randomly hitting us is next to zero." Lehvak-Kal was still in shock. "One year? A whole year?" The purple being stared at him for a moment before answering. "Yes, that's right. One year." "I blacked out. I never thought I had been out for that long. If what you say is true..." "It is, I guarantee." "...then I'm no longer on the island of Mata Nui, I'm... where, exactly?" "Why, you're in the Red Star, of course." The hollow sound of rattling metal filled the air. *** The sun was shining as Lehvak-Kal touched down on the surface of Spherus Magna. He looked up, and had to shield his new eyes from the sun. In the sky high above him hung the Red Star, which he now knew to be no star at all. Its inhabitants, the Kestora, had told him everything he needed to know about this new world, and they had been kind enough to fix his body. Well, 'fix' was probably not the right word. They didn't have any Bohrok parts accessible, so they had ended up transferring the parts holding his personality into an old Le-Matoran body. Why they had parts from dead Matoran lying around, Lehvak-Kal dared not ask. What was important was that it had worked. He could never pass for a real Matoran, given that the Kestora had still put a Bohrok-esque head on the body, but he wasn't worried about that. He didn't plan on acting like one either. He had asked where his Krana went, but the Kestora had just poked his new chestplate and grinned. He knew something organic was in there, but again he dared not ask just what they had done to it. His mind still worked, so evidently the Krana was either functional or... replaced. By something. In his head. He forced back the urge to scream at the realization. They had also only managed to salvage parts of one of his vacuum shields, but that was fine with him. The useless shields had been reduced to two prongs that now extended from his left hand. They still had enough power left to cause a breeze. Even more useless than before, he thought at first, and tried to pry them off in favor of some other tool. He soon found that he couldn't. "The little purple leprechauns have welded them on," he groaned, before looking over the rest of his arm. It was his old arm, with the dents roughly hammered out. "And yeah, good job on that one, Kestora," he muttered, before setting off in the direction of the fallen Great Spirit robot. *** Two days, lots of walking and lots of muttered curses later, Lehvak-Kal finally reached the settlement he had hoped to see. Just down the hill, he could see Toa, Matoran, Vortixx, Skakdi and plenty of other species he didn't even know the name of working together. For some reason, he felt the urgent need to set up a cleaning and/or demolishing service. There were no fellow Bohrok in sight, however, and without a squad, he couldn't do much. Annoyed, he tapped a working Matoran on the shoulder, and asked: "Hey, pal, do you need some demolishing done? You see, I'm a Bohrok, and—" Lehvak-Kal had, for some reason, fully expected to get a friendly answer. What met him instead was a shocked face and a scream, followed by another few screams from the nearby Matoran, followed by Toa yelling, followed by people running around and panicking and then running some more. Lehvak-Kal could have sworn he heard the words "Franken-Matoran", whatever the blazes that referred to. All in all, it was not his best day.THE END
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I recently started playing MNOLG2 again, and have been having a great deal of trouble beating the other teams, probably due to the fact that I don't know what each stat does. I know stamina lets you run for longer, that speed makes you run faster, that accuracy increases your chances of shooting straight and that strength makes you shoot the ball faster, but what do Willpower and Strategy do?
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YOU CAN VIEW THE OLD TOPIC HERECHECK OUT MY BLOG FOR MORE OR LESS REGULAR UPDATES ON NEW COMICS"Amazing, just amazing.""This is probably one of the best Rayg comics in the world."" "Latest Comic:Hello, and welcome to Kanohi of Comedy! I've been inspired mostly by the Chilli God's "The Rise and Fall of the Toa", CyberKN's "Mask of Humour" and Phyoohrii's "Legends of the Matoran". Check them all out, they're very, very good.What the comics are about.It's, like the Comics mentioned earlier, a Comic that parodies the BIONICLE storyline from the viewpoint of the Cho-Matoran or "Chosen Ones", a race of Matoran in which every individual has his own unique elemental power. It starts when Tahu lands on the Ta-Wahi beach.The best way to show me you like or you don't like the comics is posting.If no one posts I assume you don't like them and I will close these.Rules in this Topic.1.)All BZP Rules apply, so no spamming/flaming/trolling/killing/playing on my lawn or anything of that sort.2.)Don't use leet. The last thing I want is a post like, "Z0MG. B35T C0M1X EVAH! !!!!1!1!11!dark709!".3.)Criticism is welcome, at least it's constructive.4.)Don't just look and leave. Post!5.)Laughing would be nice too.Banners:If you really like my comics an if you want to show that the whole world BZPower, here are some Banners: BannersGuest star Rules.Yes, I'm accepting Guest Stars, but there are also some rules.1.) Please don't post your application or I have to ignore you. Stands in the AIII guidelines. Read them, obey them, love them.2.) For now you can only be Matoran or Rahi. I'll allow Bohrok and other species when they appear in the story. Please no Toa.3.) Have a normal name. No names like #1Fanofbioniclesince2001i'mcooltahuisanawesomeguy46546414646576! !!!!!11!1!11!11one1!lol. I might be exaggerating, but you get my point.4.) Only one guest star per member. I'll allow two GS in a special case. If you ask if you're a special case, you're not.5.) No god powers like invincibility, or stuff like that. I want to have Guest Stars, no superheroes.6.) You can ONLY be a PGS if I decide to make you one! That can be because you're a close friend of mine or because it fits into the story.7.) Have patience. Sometimes Mostly it takes some much time to appear as a guest star.8.) Don't complain if I use your character in a way you don't like.9.) It's my right to change your guest star application at any time, tough I'm probably not going to do it.10.) I have also the right to change these rules at any time.11.) If the guest star list should be closed, ANY applications sent to me will be IGNORED.12.) You are ONLY allowed to GS, if there is a free space on the list (see below).13.) To GS, you have to have posted at least ONCE in the comic topic. Spam, generic posts like "Awesome!" or "That's funny ../forum/style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif!" etc. don't count!14.) The more you post in the topic, the more often you are going to appear. Simple as that.15.) If I get the impression a currently active GS stops posting, I will assume he has stopped reading these comics as well and I will let his GS become inactive after a while.16.) To the point "Plot Suggestion" of the GS-form: You may state a suggestion how you will appear in the comics. It lies to me if that suggestion is being used.17.) GS have the ability to get only a cameo appearance.Pro: You can appear AT ANY TIME. Maybe even in the next comic. Also, rule 15 will be canceled for you.Con: You will only appear for one or two comics.The people who aren't posting much (ahem) should consider this, since they won't appear much anyway. Anyone who wants to, contact me.18.) Use this (please only Rayg 2.0 sprites) to make a character, or send me the following stuff:Matoran:Name:BZPower Name:Gender:Mask:Mask Colour:Eye Colour:Body Colour:Arm Colour:Foot Colour:Info about weapons:Personality:Side (good/bad/neutral):Powers:Plot Suggestion:Rahi:Name:BZPower Name:Gender:Rahi type:Colours:Powers:Personality:Side:Plot Suggestion:Guest star waiting list (CLOSED):1.)-Jhar (Deimos? I'm not sure. Could this person please step forward?)2.)-Wing (mzpblue)3.)-Kora (Mr. Drowstergon)4.)-Blademan (Blademan TVM)5.)-Autodude (Autodude (Auto) Dragon)6.)-Synan (Synan)7.)8.)9.)10.)PGS List:.)-Phyoohrii.)-Turaga Dlakii.)-???.)-???List of seen guest starsNow, the main part of the whole, the Comics:Chapter One: The Coming of the ToaComic 1: Problems from the beginningComic 2: The easiest way to solve your problemsComic 3: Enter TakuaComic 4: Come on, you know this guy, don't you?Comic 5: Meeting VakamaComic 6: Oh, now it ALL makes senseComic 7: Breaking a CopyrightComic 8: Sorry, not breaking anythingComic 9: Which crazy mind can imagine such a crazy name?Comic 10: Mask numero unoComic 11: Problems with mask numero unoComic 12: Crashing and organizingComic 13: Lewa's Water-phobiaComic 14: Wet adventuresComic 15: A new mask. But wait, it's not new. I mean we already have seen a Kakama before. So I won't say " A new mask", instead I'm going to say "An old mask. And maybe a rusty one too". And yeah, this is definitely the longest name for a single comic on BZPower. Hmph!Comic 16: Yay, swinging!Comic 17: You can't find a mask without getting serious problems, eh?Interlude 1: Yes, I'm very busy.Interlude 2: Happy new Year!Interlude 3: Happy birthday to me!Comic 18: There are days...Comic 19: BURN STUFF!Comic 20: Looks like a huge pile of cotton candy to me...Comic 21: Onuas' reflexes are painful!Comic 22: Life hates tall, green matoran...Comic 23: Let's have a niiiiiiiiiice little talk...Comic 24: This comic couldn't have a better punchline, could it?Comic 25: Six Toa united!Chapter Two: Tales of the MasksComic 26: Snow, snow, everywhere snow...Comic 27: Beaten by the own elementComic 28: Finally a guest starComic 29: He will remember that ...Comic 30: Why did he come again?Comic 31: The brilliant distraction.Comic 32: It actually worked!Comic 33: Feeling of DOOM!Comic 34: Location names DO have a meaning.Comic 35: I think that exceeds the Geneva Convention.Comic 36: I didn't know Pohatu was smart enough for this.Comic 37: Eeeeeeeeeeevil Part One.Comic 38: Eeeeeeeeeeevil Part Two.Comic 39: Still no chilli fatories.Comic 40: This isn't C.S.I., for the last time.Comic 41: He wants to tell us something!Comic 42: The plot thickens.Comic 43: ... and thickens...Comic 44: Where are the Rashzakea skyblasters?Comic 45: Yes, I've got permission to do that.Comic 46: Oooooh, a mystery.Comic 47: You don't know this guy? Shame on ya!Comic 48: This guy DOES NOT LIEK!Comic 49: Yep, this'll give a lawsuit.Comic 50: Of schemes and betrayal.And now a little filler...Chapter Three: Cho-Matoran ChroniclesComic 51: Armored Protector.Comic 52: So I herd u leik...Comic 53: Wisdom is a feature, not a requirement.Comic 54: Just like at a post office ...Comic 55: Chosen Ones of Trampolines aren't always around.Comic 56: One can't remember every book one has written in the last 1000 years.Comic 57: You get what you give.Comic 58: Wall of armor? What wall of armor?/alternate comic 58Comic 59: Thinking of a comic name requires effort!Comic 60: CLOSE. DOWN. EVERYTHING!Comic 61: Idiocy(Tahu) = c * a(s)² where a(s) is the awkwardness of the situation and c is Chilli’s constant.Comic 62: No sarcasm here. Move along.Comic 63: A general misuinderstanding.Awards:Thanks, Chan'e!Other comics:Like my comics? You will like these too! The Rise and Fall of the Toa: Best ... comics ... ever! Mask of Humour: Already closed, but still funny! Legends of the Matoran: Phyoohrii's very good comics! Closed. The Legends of Bionicle: The comic parodying Bionicle, which starts from the REAL beginning. The Stupid Toa Adventure: The first comics I saw on BZPower. They are great, but, sadly, closed.Kanohi of Comedy at the BZPower Comics Wiki (I demand a better page. And I'm to busy/lazy to make one. So make one, or feel my harpoon in your back.)Credit for the Comics go to:First, all the good comic makers mentioned earlier, especially Chilli.InnerRayg and all who worked on the Rayg Kit (Here and here).Nuparurocks and all who worked on the Comic Kit (Deleted).MSPaint, GIMP and Macromedia Fireworks.Cee estee for the Rayg sprite maker.Thanks for posting.
