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I have been meaning to post this guy on here for a long time. Since the BZPower Flickr Banner Contest for February 2014 to be exact. He's just been sitting on my dresser, gathering dust, waiting for me to take on his ball joints. If anyone has ever used those capped ball joints, they know they look so nice, but are not all that strong and fall off VERY easily. It's ridiculous posing this guy sometimes. So, anyways, what I call my best MOC(s) to date: Lewa and Tanma Revamp The idea for these guys was to design a MOC based on various drawing styles of Toa and Matoran I have seen. Tanma was based a lot on MoL for his limbs, but their torsos were based on the styles of artists like Vezok's Friend. Lewa's chest armor was actually pretty much directly copied from Fsnorglepuff's Phantoka and Mistika, although made in a more... orthodox manner. Flying One goal I had in mind the whole time was to design the MOC so Lewa could fly with his swords as wings like good-old 2003. I also wanted Tanma to be able to attach to his back. Both were achieved, but this took forever to pose. This picture was the one that scared me away from posting him. Everything just kind of fell apart, over and over. Still turned out great! If you didn't notice (probably not), the jets on his arms flip around for flight, but are normally pointed towards his elbow. I imagined he'd be able to do one of those jet-punches from Pacific Rim. _Lewa_ Front View I apologize for using Brutaka's swords, but they were the only sword large enough for this guy I had two of. Side View Back View I actually really like how I solved the posability issue of those huge Matoro claw pieces on the set's arms. I turned them into fins with jets on his back, and it looks nice (though I feel sorry for Tanma). Here you can also see how I built his stomach. I used the same technique I experimented with in my Microtoran which was apparently lost in the latest Dataclysm. I just used 5-length liftarms and connected two of the lovely new HF 3-length sockets together. I hope this catches on, as I was quite pleased with it. _Tanma_ Front View I'm also quite proud of this guy's design. I'll have to reuse it in the future. Side View Back View And Flickr set for both So, I hope you enjoyed. I'm glad to finally get this out there, and I hope you guys liked some parts of it. As per usual, comment, critique, and enjoy!
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Life and Light Powers and Masks, oh my!
Kopekemaster posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & Theories
Well, I wrote this post once, then my Mac decided to go back a page and it deleted it all. But I've found in the past that when I've written something and it gets deleted, I'm able to write it better the second time. So here goes. It will probably still involve a lot of jumping around and an explosion of questions and ideas, but should be a little more organized. So, we know that if an Av-Matoran (specifically, Takua) puts on the Mask of Light, he/she becomes a Toa of Light. But isn't this a little unfair, since they would essentially only have one power? For example, other Toa have basically two powers: their elemental power, then their mask power. But for Toa of Light it is only one. True, Light is a more powerful/godlike power, but still. But this brings up something else, relating to another Legendary (EDIT: well I just looked it up and apparently the Mask of Light isn't Legendary, so I guess I'll ramble on more about that below.) Mask. Before I go further, though, I'm going to make up a Matoran prefix for Life. Let's go with "Li". If, supposing such things as Li-Matoran existed (which, if you think about it, is completely reasonable, since there are Av-Matoran), a Li-Matoran put on the Mask of Life, would they become a Toa of Life? (This, also, seems like a somewhat unfair thing with only being one power, though Life is an EXCEEDINGLY powerful and godlike power.) This would also suggest that Toa Mata Nui was, in fact, a Toa of Life. BUT I'm going to go even further into this rabbit hole of hypothetical stuff. Since there aren't such things as Matoran of Shielding, Matoran of Illusion, etc. (or none we have seen so far, anyway), this would somewhat suggest that you don't have to be of the power/element/whatever that your mask is. Which would mean that it didn't have to be an Av-Matoran that put on the Mask of Light. Sure, there's "the prophecy" and all, but I don't care about that. So, if it doesn't have to be an Av-Matoran to put on a Mask of Light, then that would also mean that it wouldn't have to be a Li-Matoran to put on the Mask of Life. So could basically anyone become a Toa of Light or a Toa of Life? And I'm not even going to get going on why Legendary/Great (in the case of the Mask of Light) Masks turn Matoran into Toa. Never mind. I lied. I'm going to talk about that now. Why do they do that? Could it be that the Masks themselves are so powerful that it basically overrides the need for a Toa stone? Or is it essentially a Toa stone fused with a Mask? Also, if, let's say, Takua took off the Mask of Life, would he shrink back down to a Matoran? Or would he remain a Toa? Could another Matoran take the Mask from him and also become a Toa? Also, could (since not having a Mask on is conducive to unconsciousness) a Toa who has taken his Mask off (such as the ill-inspired Takua from above) put on a powerless Mask? What would that do? I'm fairly certain, however, that they could put on a Great or Legendary Kanohi and would gain its powers. Could a Toa put on pretty much every Mask, and therefore gain almost every power? AND what is so special about the Mask of Light that it can turn Matoran into Toa? It is grouped with the Great Masks (which also implies that there are multiple of the Mask of Light), but the others (as far as I know) aren't able to do that. And Bonesiii, you'd better not make a gigantic post quoting and answering every single one of these questions. I've got my eye on you. ^sorta joking but only sorta -
What it says on the tin. I imagine they have some form of palpable morality, but are they affect-able in the same way the MU beings are? What would happen if they got attacked by a Shadow Leech?
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A Toa of Light, turned to Shadow. Originally, Xiroc was an ordinary Av-Matoran in Karda Nui. When the Makuta invaded, however, he became a Toa, and was trained as a sniper. However, soon into the fight, he killed a Shadow Matoran, and was exiled from the forces. Enraged, he turned to Makuta - who was unaware that he killed a Shadow Matoran - gaining the element of shadow. He fought as a Makuta sniper in of Karda Nui, fighting the toa and seeking revenge on those who exiled him. That backstory was't great, I know. I must say, I believe this to be one of my best mocs. It will most likely be displayed at several of the remaining Lego conventions this year, including Brickfair VA. Sorry about the bad pics. Thanks for the mask, JMJ. Feedback appreciated.
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Wow, it's been a long time since I've written anything. This is just a quick story I wrote for the latest FFFC. Hope you enjoy: As the Sand Rises... My name is Amahki, and I'm not like other Fa-Matoran. You see, I have a habit of getting lost. You'd think that with our internal compass, that wouldn't happen, but I manage it just fine. It's actually a subject of mockery in my little village. That's why it's so surprising when one day I just felt like I knew where to go. I was in the middle of a delivery of some protodermis to a crafter on the other side of the village when I just felt this... tugging in my gut, like I needed to be somewhere. So, I did what I hoped was logical and ran with it. What I found was an old building that looked like it hadn't been used for decades; definitely not the crafter's home. Still, the tugging remained, drawing me ever closer to the collapsing doorway, though I began to feel an ominous aura emanating from that gaping hole. Inside, barely revealed by the dim light streaking though the holes in the roof was two enormous protoglass bowls connected at the bases by a slender neck. Inside was almost a desert's worth of sand, slowly but surely spilling from the top into the bottom, and the top was nearly empty. "It's called an hourglass." The ancient voice startled me out of my scrutiny, and I dropped the protodermis I still held in my hands. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said as I slowly turned to see a wizened Fa-Turaga limping towards me. "I just felt... like I should be here." His eyes sparkled at this. "You know, this isn't any normal hourglass. Read the inscription around the base." I slowly walked up to the gargantuan stone cylinder set into the ground and saw faded lettering spelling out: As the sand rises, so shall I. As the sand falls, so shall you. "What does it mean?" "Legends passed down to me through generations speak of a dark shadow that once visited this land. It threatened to wipe out our homes, but a single Toa managed to drive it back. Instead of destroying it, he offered the darkness a choice: they could continue fighting until one collapsed and was vanquished, or to show mercy and leave the village. The shadow chose to leave, but created this hourglass to count down its return." "That must have been a brave and powerful Toa." "It was a Toa of Light that drove the shadow back." I gawked at that. "Surely it is only a legend then. No one has seen the Av-Toa for... forever, if they even exist." "Oh, they're real alright. And it is only their power that can drive the shadow back again. Yet, it is you that has been chosen at this time." "But... I can't save us," I stuttered. "You have the wrong person! I just... got lost, as I always do." "What you may call coincidence, I call Destiny. It is your Duty to your people. Only through Unity can you fulfill it." He walked over to the hourglass and leaned against its polished surface. "Over the years, the Matoran have forgotten about this place, but not I. I have watched the sand fall for centuries, waiting for it to have finished its countdown, when the shadow will return to seek its revenge. Then, we will need a hero, a new Toa to defeat the darkness forever. "The sand is nearly gone. It is time to find our hero. And it just so happens that you walked in at just this very moment." I just froze. I could tell he depended on me, not just because of this "destiny," but because I was the only one here. I looked up to meet his eyes, just catching a glimpse of the last of the sand slowly pouring into the bottom. Sparks danced along my armor as the very air wavered and became electrified. The hourglass vibrated and shattered with an earsplitting crack, spilling an ocean of sand as the dim room began to brighten. As suddenly as it began, the strange effects ended, only now a tall being stood in the midst of the spilled sand. Darkness seemed to emanate from him where light had been before. His deep red eyes seemed to radiate power and authority. It could only be a Makuta of old. It was about this time that I managed to dig my way out of the sand and began brushing myself off to see the new arrival. I froze as his gaze seemed to penetrate me. I felt something smooth and hard slip into my hand from under the sand. I only had a chance to look down and see a glimmering stone when light filled my vision and I felt... changed. My body was lengthening, I began to feel power I didn't know I had, and my mind was filled with the buzz of an activating Kanohi. I looked down to see my new form as a Toa. And not just any Toa, but a Toa of Light. "Impossible," the Makuta bellowed. "You are a Fa-Matoran!" I laughed, enjoying my newfound power. "Well, then this won't hurt a bit." As I quickly grasped the new element at my disposal, I realized how much sense this all made. I was always different, and now, they would all see. I will save my village, for a new Toa of Light had risen today.
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It's implied in Bionicle that light is supposed to be painful for beings of shadow. But how bad is it? If I aimed a searchlight at some antidermis in a dark room (perhaps a Makuta whose inner light was drained), would that actually damage the antidermis? Or cause pain for the Makuta? Or not? It's just a light beam, right? Could Takanuva actually kill/hurt the Makuta with his light powers? Or is the contrast purely poetic? What do you think?
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In an alternate universe, Solek's unobtainable obsession with Toa slowly begins to drive him mad. In a desperate attempt to become a Toa, he begins to hide away during the night to perform experiments of questionable ethics on his friends, trying to discover a way to become a Toa without a Toa Stone, explaining their absence as Rahi attacks. Before these experiments come to fruition, however, one of his subjects named Photok manages to escape, and the fearful Av-Matoran have Solek banished from the stalactite villages to the mutagenic swamp below. During his travels, he comes upon a massive sphere sunk deep into the swamp with the legendary Mask of Life engraved on its smooth surface. As he explores, he falls into an old, abandoned laboratory full of high-tech gadgets that could only come from the Great Beings. One such gadget was a hovering drone that, once it's master is chosen, it will protect them at all costs and obey every command. Solek used the equipment in the laboratory to finish his experiments and managed to build himself into a Toa-like form, while losing his natural light powers in the process. He also found a sword similar to that of his hero's, Toa Kopaka, and quickly became a master at it defending himself in the swamp. As he continued to wander, Solek managed to find an escape from Karda Nui into the Matoran Universe, now as a cold and ruthless "Toa." He became a mercenary, but became so effective at his job that he became a Dark Hunter and took on many missions that included assassinating Turaga Dume, various espionage missions during the Toa-Dark Hunter War, and helping to spread the Dark Hunter's influence from Xia to Stelt. Solek is no longer the excitable Matoran he once was. Now, he is Dusk Front (Without Drone pack) Back (Without Drone pack) With Drone: 1 2 Drone Side View Drone Gun Mode: 1 2 This MOC and the creepy back story are the product of a building contest I had with my seven-year-old brother. Seeing as he can build much faster than I can (because he knows how to keep his MOC simple), I had to rush it a bit. It all started out with me seeing that marvelous Ice Sword (which I bought a while back and never used) and Solek's mask right next to each other and deciding I wanted to build a white-and-black Toa. Later on, my brother added building something random to the contest, which turned into building a piece of equipment for my creation. I decided to go with an asymmetrical build with a tank arm on one side. It also kind of adds to that "psychologically unbalanced, I-will-kill-you" look. The drone is an interesting piece of equipment. Solek usually hides it in a backpack form on his back, but when he finds something he can't deal with (which isn't often), it can detach and lend some cover fire. If he's really in trouble, he can reconfigure it into a hand-held plasma cannon to get out of those sticky situations. He generally keeps it secret, though, as if anyone knew about it, they may try to take it or counter it. There is not a single being that has seen it and lived so far. Really, the drone was a bit of an afterthought, but I liked it so much and it fit his color scheme so I had to include it. I really like the backpack mode as it gives him an easy way to store it. As always, comment, critique, and especially enjoy!
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"There is a legend that a darkness came to our land many years ago to destroy our homes. A single Toa managed to defeat the darkness, but instead of destroying it for good, he offered the darkness a choice: continue to battle until one falls, or leave the land. Knowing it was defeated, the darkness left the land, but created this hourglass to count down its return." "That must have been a brave Toa." "It was a Toa of Light." "Then it must be a legend. There are no more Toa of Light, if there ever were." ------ In a faraway land, a long time ago, an Av-Matoran from the Time Slip became a Toa and swore to protect the people he loved. After proving his worth time and time again, a Makuta came to challenge him. He won, but at a terrible price. He became a Turaga, sacrificing his Toa power to defeat the Makuta and leaving his village vulnerable. This is Itarus, Toa of Light. Front Back Side Pose Articulation Pose Itarus was just a quick build inspired by my latest Flash Fiction Entry, The Sand Rises. I was just imagining the battle between light and darkness and decided I had to build a Toa of Light. I had pictured this massive and powerful-looking Toa who could crush a Makuta barehanded, but I realized I really don't have all that much Pearl Gold, so he ended up a little taller than most Av-Matoran. I was glad for the chance to use my black background for my lightbox, and I really like the effect it gives him. He really pops out. I also took the chance to give him some torso articulation, which I haven't done for a while. It works really well with that hockey foot on his chest. I'm very proud of the way I put the jewel in there. Overall he uses fourteen ball joints, with over half of them in his legs.
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So, I've been thinking about Av-Matoran with the Toa Bohrok topic that was on before the downtime, and I had a strange thought. You know the Time Slip, how to protect the Av-Matoran, the OoMN wiped their memories, disguised them, and spread them throughout the universe in a period of six months that simply was erased from everyone's memories? Well, what would happen if one of them happened to be a Matoran destined to transform into a Bohrok? Would they just be walking around one day, minding their own business, when suddenly they collapse and turn into a Bohrok? Or did it work out that none of them were destined to become Bohrok, and the Order had some way to check that? Also, strange little side note, but if it were possible to alter a being's destiny, say, by a Mask of Destiny, controlling Mata Nui, or some strange weapon, do you think it would be possible to alter an Av-Matoran's destiny to become both a Toa and a Bohrok? If so, what would happen? Would one destiny just be cancelled out, or would they turn into a Toa-Bohrok hybrid as theorized in the previously-mentioned topic (by the way, thank you for the nightmares, Silverglass)?
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A few months back, I decided to revamp Teridax from the Melding Alt. Universe. I used a torso design similar to the one I used on Sir Vamprah. Not long after his completion, I felt it would be perfect to revamp our Teridax that we all know and love. Light Teridax took about three hours to fully construct, and Shadow Teridax took over 4 hours. And so, without further ado... "In this corner, standing 12 inches tall and weighing in at around 2 pounds, from the Melding Alternate Universe, we have Teridax!" Front Back Legs Hammer Time! Gallery "And in this corner, from our own Prime Universe, we have... Teridax?" (Credit to Jacks for his Matoran design) "You have GOT to be kidding me." "You expected something else?" "Something like THIS?" Oh, yeah. I forgot he could do that. Front Back Close-up Pose Another Pose Gallery Face-off! Showdown "Teridax makes the first strike!" "Teridax makes a counter attack! Ouch, right in the chest!" "What a kick! That's gotta hurt!" "Teridax has... Teridax by the throat!" "They seem to be too evenly matched. Well played, Teridax...Both of you...." Gallery Well, there you have it. I consider these two to be my best BBCs yet, especially Shadowdax. Comments and criticism are most welcome! Thanks for looking!
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IMPORTANT EDIT: Three more Matoran in a similar build have been added to the page; Kapura, Macku and a custom character Rukvin. See below. Original Post: So I made a drawing based on this MOC, and people on that thread want to see the actual model I drew. So this is Tanma, freshly 'rebuilt' into a stronger form. He's a little tall for ordinary Matoran, but when I lined him up next to a Hero (which is roughly the same height, isn't it?) and a skeleton frame of the Inika Build, he is still shorter which is good enough for me. Funnily enough, he does look the perfect scale against a Titan set like the Light-and-Darkness Takanuva. Honestly, if I could change anything about this MOC, it would be that I'd love to be able to have his limb and body colouration match the original set, which sadly is impossible due to a lack of lime green Vahki leg pieces. Also, I definitely cheated to give the illusion of armour and colour in this. Oh, and the pipes in the first picture were removed since I felt they were out of place. NORMAL (with since-removed pipes) Cool Pose (the one I drew) Talking with another Matoran (note: The Ta-Matoran pictured was the 'prototype' to the rebuild design for Tanma. As you can see, a lot of edits were made) So how much shorter is he compared to a Toa or Hero? As Queen Elizabeth would have said; "shortened by a head". but I guess he still carries that Matoran charm either way.And one of my favourite things about this build is probably that since I was making Tanma, I wanted to use the original Av-Matoran body (complete with Jetpack), and I was surprised to be able to use all the sockets on it. EDIT: Oh, also, about his red eyes: Red is the only version of that headpiece which I have that DOESN'T have a snapped socket. even his hands have snapped sockets. It's so frustrating. Lego, whiy couldn't you have made the parts less brittle during this period! ____ ExtrasI had nothing better to do, so I used up whatever parts I could scavenge to make as many more Matoran in the same design, specifically choosing 2 canon Matoran and a third custom character. While the custom character Rukvin is the same height as Tanma, Macku and Kapura are slightly shorter and thus a little more Matoran-like due to their smaller feet. I think this just makes the two Av-Matoran stand out from the others. Macku RebuiltFor Macku, i brought back the discarded chest piece from Tanma's design (a removed feature that remained for the other males), since it seemed to give off a more feminine appearance. Her tools for whatever it is she would need to do on Spherus Magna are a couple of short armblades. Macku's Cool PoseKapura Rebuilt For Kapura, I tried to use as much red as possible based on his Mata Nui rebuild form. Since I don't have an all-red ruru, the one from the Metru Nui matoran set had to do. His tool is a launcher, which fires small energy pellets or Thornax Fruit. Kapura's Not-Cool Pose OC - RukvinRukvin is an Av-Matoran, one of the many Av-Matoran that lived in Karda Nui. During the invasion by the Makuta, he was in one of the villages that got attacked and as such got turned into a Shadow Matoran. His original Kanohi, a powerless Great Hau, was replaced with a powerless Noble Avsa during this period. When he was restored to the light with all the other villagers, he decided to keep his Avsa despite the insistence of the Turaga's wishes, as he wanted to keep a memento of his time in the shadows (though unlike Gavla, he rejoiced returning to the light). He since became a wanderer on Spherus Magna, helping out Agori and Glatorians where necessary. He also participated in a rebuild for Matoran on Spherus Magna. His tool is a Photon Blade, which is an outlet for Light energy when in contact with a Toa (and when he was a Shadow Matoran, it was an outlet for his shadow energy). Rukvin's Cool Pose TEAM SHOT!
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A dream realized, a protector created. LinkLinkPlease link to images larger than 100 kB in BBC. -B6 No backstory, just a Solek Toa revamp. This is sort of a follow-up to my Toa Radiak MOC, at least stylistically. Short build, bulky legs and torso, small arms, original mask.Feedback is appreciated; more and better MOCs coming soon.
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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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Welcome to the revamped topic for Lightfall!This four-part epic spans vast tracts of the Matoran Universe in a wild search for a means to stop an ancient evil. Sound like a trite concept? Try reading the first couple chapters. You may be surprised.A similarly four-part sequel is planned and currently underway. I like to stay ahead of my posting to give myself time to catch proofreading errors.Thanks for any input you may give, and I hope you like the product of my efforts. These characters have to be introduced somewhere, and that's what Part 1 aims to do! Besides bringing most characters into play and describing the scenario, this part also includes some crazy action prior to the actual odyssey that the story revolves around.Character Pronunciation Guide:Tignioni – Tig-NYUN-eeGuftivei – GUF-ti-VAYEmeder – EM-uh-DHURImegna – Ih-MEG-nahNotes: Guftivei has a modified Cordak blaster. The schematics I sketched up are here.The journey begins! I regret that this part came out absurdly short, but there's plenty of revelations comparative to the number of words.Character Pronunciation Guide:Rynekaad – RIHN-eh-KAYDThe next step in their task will require an extensive assualt on a fortified location... and old enemies are slowly catching up.Character Pronunciation Guide:Chief Falkhan – CHEEF Fal-KAHNRayzan – RAY-zahnKrazann – KRAY-zahnMorgoz – MOR-gawzTol – TOHLThe Realm awaits! It is time for destiny to decide the conclusion of this lengthy battle.Character Pronunciation Guide:Divrok – DIHV-rawkSemitra – Suh-MEET-rahRogog – ROH-gawgCarnus – CAR-nusExo-Killer – Wait, do you really need help with this one too?Gorrelian Hounds – Gohr-RELL-yan HOWNDZI have MOCed certain characters. See them here.I had a related art topic, but the only related artwork I had at the time was some Lightfall stuff I'd made in order to experiment with making CG art. I will not be servicing, updating, or responding to that topic until I have had a chance to make some real artwork related to Lightfall and then revamped the entire topic. Thanks for understanding!
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I was just thinking... As you probably know, light that we can see is just one small part of a large spectrum of electromagnetic radiation. My question is this: how much of that spectrum can Toa of Light, or any being with light powers, control? Just the visible part? Or ultraviolet and infrared, too? Microwaves and gamma radiation?
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The protagonists have gone on a long journey to reach their current place in this series. Just in case you missed out, their arduous task began here. It's time to put an end to this saga - and it's going to end with the longest Part to date. I hope you're ready for...Lightfall Part 4 - Eclipsed Intro Excerpt from the private log of Toa Helryx, recorded on Daxia 997 years after the Great Cataclysm Last we determined, the Fire Toa vanished after a skirmish with the Light Ravager. His whereabouts are unknown and he is presumed dead by our agents. Interestingly, the team was able to force a retreat from the Ravager. Perhaps they will succeed. We shall see. In the meantime, the survivors have taken some drastic actions in order to advance their cause. It appears the Air Toa volunteered as a test subject for an experiment to create a shadow warrior that could counter the Light Ravager. At first, I was skeptical about this group, but I am gaining respect for them. They understand sacrifice. Regardless, I find their plan reckless. Reports indicate his intrinsic light was partially drained, and the leech was then removed, in the manner that allows the victim to retain their original traits as well as gain shadow powers, but this has the side-effect of causing a highly unstable cognitive state. The most recent Brotherhood prototypes seem to be much more focused on infection of beings that are naturally light-based, but this prototype should grant him shadow powers regardless of his affiliation with the air element. We have been trying to counter the effects of shadow infections for quite some time now and the best we have been able to determine in all this time is that the key lies in sonics. We have yet to revert a victim to sanity while preserving the ability to use elemental shadow, and each effort has represented an extensive investment of resources. However, their plan may be just reckless enough to succeed. The Psionics Toa has an unprecedented control over her element. If we were to leak a small cache of information, perhaps just the fact that the reversion process is catalyzed by sonic energy, she may be able to successfully utilize it. She may revert him and preserve the elemental control over shadow that his body currently would possess. But this is all pointless conjecture, right? It isn’t like we just go spurting out our secrets to the world at large! True…but my most recent conversation with codename Primordial put things in a new light. Oh, light. No pun intended. He was the one to suggest an information feed to the team on the subject of shadow infection reversion processes. I responded with shock. This team is enough of a liability as it is, knowing of our existence and all. What sense was there in giving them further information? It would be begging for a disaster. But I trust codename…why don’t I just use his real name? If my private quarters on Daxia are compromised, everything’s over anyway! No point in using codenames here. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Divrok. I trust Divrok enough that I had to ask what his reasoning was. After all, he’s been fighting Makuta since the League of Six Kingdoms. Nowadays he is ashamed of the role he played fighting on behalf of the Barraki, but that’s why he’s here: to redeem himself for that and put his Makuta-fighting knowledge to good use now that the Brotherhood really is in the wrong. Divrok looked at me. He said “Helryx, think back to your earliest days as a Toa. You were like most of the modern Toa, thinking that killing could never be justified, that things would work out no matter what, assuming the Great Beings actually knew what in the name of Karzahni they were doing – which they obviously didn’t.” “But I changed.” “Exactly. What makes you think you’re special?” I was silent for a moment. He jumped on the opportunity. “Toa have fought in wars before, Helryx. Toa can be taught to kill if that’s what worries you. Not that it’s a pretty fact, but they can.” “Divrok, you’ve killed Mata Nui knows how many over the millennia. What is this now about you going soft on me?” “Helryx, the only reason I kill in your name after seeing the devastation I wrought in the name of the Barraki is because your Order promises to protect others. It keeps the Matoran and other average citizens from needing to pick up arms and do what we are doing: killing. Killing isn’t a good thing no matter how you slice it Helryx, and I think you know that yourself. But everyone in the Order is here because we agree it is sometimes necessary.” “Fine, I can agree on that. Are you still sure about this, though?” “Helryx, don’t underestimate your own kind. While I was in the League, I saw Toa do things that shocked everyone. No offense, but I think the first requirement for being a Toa is a penchant for insanity. Toa have the potential to surprise all involved parties, themselves included, whenever they show up at the scene of an injustice.” I considered what he said. After some time, I made up my mind and gave the order: Leak the info.
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I watched Bionicle: Mask of Light for the first time in ages, and I noticed something. Onua is described on BS01 as quiet and wise, yet the way he was portrayed in he movie, he did not seem that way at all. Has anyone else notices this? Why do you think this is?
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This is just a quick sketch I made of Takanuva. It actually took longer to get a good picture of it than to draw it. LinkLet me know what you think!
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It's time for things to heat up in Lightfall. If you've missed out on the action so far, start out right here. For the central hub of Lightfall, go to the review topic. Now, if nothing else must be said, I think some of the epic's characters have debts to settle...and they would like to started. Like...Right. Now. Part 3 – The Paths of Warriors Chapter 22 Zakaz, 995 years after the Great Cataclysm “…So you’re up to it then?” said a gray-armored Toa. A squad of Skakdi restlessly waited around him. “Sure, Toa. If we’re in on the bounty, we got your back,” responded a vicious overlord, the leader of these Skakdi mercenaries. The Toa said “Then we’re sealing the transaction, I get one third of the total payment from AlBeGam, your party gets the other two-thirds to split as you see fit. I still support the 50-50 split - ” “Shut it, Toa, if you want your deal. The time for haggling is over - now it’s business or bust.” “Fine. Then let’s go. Reiterate your squad’s names again, Falkhan. I got to call them something.” “That’s Chief Falkhan. As for my squad, that’s Rayzan there, our demolitions expert. Krazann here specializes in close combat, and is generally our primary combatant. Morgoz is the last one. He makes sure nothing escapes alive, so he’s a secondary brawler and long-range specialist.” “A well-balanced group. I suppose that’s why you stood out to me when I went looking for a team. Our destination is here,” said the Toa, pointing at a cove of the Northern Continent on a tattered map. There’s…some sort of fortress there, which is why I needed aid. Rayzan will be indispensable into gaining access. I believe our targets are holed up inside with the aid of at least two other Toa.” The deal was made. The Toa in question wanted no longer just wanted payment, but also revenge. Revenge for the fool they had made him appear to be on Stelt. Order must be established once again. Justice must be dealt. Rynekaad was going to set things straight. Chapter 23 Northern Continent, 995 years after the Great Cataclysm “Well, this is bad,” sighed Emeder. Guftivei contradicted “What? I was getting sick of just sitting here. Time we put things in motion!” After mentally scanning numerous areas to assess the situation, Imegna had found the mind of Rynekaad. She had just notified them of his intentions. “Don’t forget, he doesn’t actually know what’s going on here. He thinks the fortress down the cove is under our control. He doesn’t realize we have been trying to break into it for over a year already, waiting for the opportune moment,” reminded Imegna. The fortress was formerly a Brotherhood of Makuta outpost. It had since been abandoned, but the building still swarmed with their forces. After Imegna had approximated its location with psionic searches, they set out to pinpoint the exact location with traditional exploration. This had taken the better part of the last year. Now that they had found it, they had set camp for a few weeks, uncertain of what step to take next. They wanted to infiltrate it in order to obtain a very specific prize: shadow leeches. After the revelation about the power of the Light Ravager, Imegna had been the least fazed. Certain some way to defeat it existed, she searched her memory of mind-reads to ascertain a feasibly obtainable shadow substance. After discussing possibilities she knew of with the others, the general consensus was that their primary objective would be to steal shadow leeches from a Makuta facility. This outpost, abandoned by its original overlords, seemed like a perfect starting point…until they saw the Rahkshi patrolling it. The party had remained unnoticed so far and determined that there were at least two Exo-Toa suits, a minimum of ten Rahkshi (quite possibly as many as twenty), and who knew what else. Imegna’s mind-reading was unsuccessful in obtaining more information as she had little practice with the unusual minds of kraata, if they could even be considered to have minds. “How did he ever find out we were here?” Tignioni questioned. Imegna answered “It wasn’t clear in what I saw…sometimes - fine, frequently, I only get fuzzy views when trying to use my psionics over such distances or vast groups of people. When I said I read the minds of everyone in several continents, I didn’t mean that it was simultaneous or clear. It was in groups and often very vague.” “Honestly, we passed several settlements on the way here. He could have been tipped off by someone in one of those, or he could have been in one himself. Long-range scouting on his part may have made it clear to him we were in the area and he might have assumed we were in the fortress when he saw it,” contributed Emeder. “We’re totally fried either way.” “Nah…I say the fun’s just beginning,” said Guftivei. “Seriously, I say we blow that rock pile sky-high!” Even Tignioni had a hard time agreeing with this call to action. “Actually, Guftivei –” Imegna started “Your enthusiasm just gave me a great idea. Somehow, I have a creeping suspicion that Tignioni isn’t going to like it too much…” Chapter 24 Northern Continent, 995 years after the Great Cataclysm Rynekaad and Falkhan surveyed the beach. “This looks good. Relatively unassuming, near the ship, fortress in view. Get your squad over here with our supplies, Chief, and we got a camp.” Rynekaad said as they found a seaside opening behind a cluster of boulders. On a hostile rise above them was the fortress, but the boulders would prevent anything from seeing their camp. The terrain was simply austere. Crags of sharp rock existed in place of soil and rubble was littered around the area. Sickly bushes clung to life as unforgiving salty winds raced inland from the ocean. The fortress was about three hundred bios inland and their camp was set almost on the beach and skewed away from it by a slight amount to the right. The fortress walls were about twelve to fifteen bios in height. Sheer escarpments rose up a hundred or so bios out from either side of the fortress with the only gap being a valley that the fortress had been situated in the center of. The cliffs themselves were about thirty bios tall, with talus slopes cascading down them at intervals. Atop these cliffs were thickets of undergrowth that thrived at their elevation, free of the harsh winds in the valley. The valley, by its very nature, funneled foul weather both from the continent and the ocean to this point, leading to perpetually gray skies. - - - Tignioni looked down from the cliff face. From his vantage point he could see everything: the abandoned Makuta outpost to the northwest, the bounty hunter camp to almost straight west, even his own camp to the north. His camp was difficult to see from his spot due to thickets of trees obscuring it. Matter of fact, all he could see of it was the glow of the campfire. Rynekaad and his Skakdi were just getting settled in. Now was his time. With a deep breath in preparation, he jumped off the edge and began to slide down a talus slope. - - - “What in the name of Irnakk?” Falkhan asked himself. Not removing his eyes from the red streak hurtling toward the ground, he called out “Rynekaad, what do you make of this?” Rynekaad came over to assess the source of Falkhan’s confusion. As soon as he saw it though, he was flabbergasted. At the center of a dust cloud that was just starting to dissipate was the very Toa of Fire that had possessed the audacity to challenge him on Stelt. “Get him!” he roared. The rush to secure the enemy wasn’t all that necessary, however. The Fire Toa was almost incapacitated after riding an avalanche of rubble down to the valley bottom. The Toa glanced up to see every Skakdi in the squad with armaments trained on him. He dropped his sword at his feet. Rynekaad stalked forward and removed one of the conventional daggers from the row strapped over his chest, then held it to the newcomer’s throat. “Well, if it isn’t Red Head again.” “It’s Tignioni, if you wanted my name.” “I’ll remember that Hot Shot. Get it? Fire, Hot?” Rynekaad continued, the dagger steady the entire time. “Funny.” “You betcha’ fancy mask I’m funny.” “Right. Um…so, I’m formally handing myself over. If you will just let me go when the battle’s over, I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” “Considering there’s no price on your head, I say we got a deal. But first, I want to know just why you suddenly seem all excited to get on our side of things, when you pulled a sword on me back in Stelt. If I even smell a lie, I’m going to let my Skakdi acquaintances have fun with you. From what they’ve told me, they’re pretty creative when it comes amusing themselves. How’s this sound to you, Chief?” “Fun.” “And you, Red Head?” “Fine by me; I’ve nothing to hide. Just one question: Why do you call me Red Head when my mask is yellow? As I said, you can call me Tignioni.” Ignoring the question, Rynekaad concluded “Deal. We’re taking you back to camp Hot Shot…”
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Welcome to the Part 2 of Lightfall. If you haven't read Part 1, why don't you go ahead right now. To access the central hub for all things Lightfall - the epic itself, artwork, and MOCs - go to the review topic. I will apologize in advance: this is the shortest part. It will seems to just fly by, but it sets the groundwork for Parts 3 & 4 where things really get cooking. It has a total of eight chapters to be released two at a time. With that aside, let's get going with Part 2: Looking for Answers (hyper-generic name, I know, but they couldn't all turn out creative).Lightfall-Looking for Answers Chapter 14 Northern Continent, 993 years after Great Cataclysm Welcome to my enclave intoned a musical, feminine voice within Emeder’s head when he approached the mouth of the cave. Looking around, he saw no one other than himself, Guftivei, and Tignioni. Guftivei had an expression of surprise on his face, so Emeder assumed that both of them were just as unprepared to hear a voice from within their heads. Tignioni had warned them it could come as a bit of shock to hear telepathic communication, but nothing really prepared them for the strangeness of it. Please, come in. They quickly found themselves in a chamber dimly lit by lightstones. The lightstones were shrouded and this produced an effect that made it seem as if the very walls of the subterranean dwelling exuded an eerie and ambient glow. A slumped silhouette removed all the shrouds and the blue and gold form of the weary Toa of Psionics named Imegna became clearer with each increase in the volume of light in the room. I am pleased to see that we are at last ready to begin. I have long waited for a survivor to stray near enough to my cavern that I could establish communication. “How did you know of us survivors without having faced this creature?” inquired Emeder. I have seen it all in my head. Over time, my psionic abilities have become more and more powerful. By now, I can reach out and hear the thoughts of beings that are continents away, but I can do nothing. The harder I tap into these extreme powers, the weaker I leave myself physically. That is why I have remained here. “If you know so much -” -then why choose you? It is simple; you have only underscored yourself over the years. You are not the failure you think you are. “But they’re all dead and -” It is not your fault. We share something in common Emeder. We both blame ourselves for something we could not have prevented. I have never forgiven myself for the near-disastrous incident at my village Tignioni told you about. We both ran from our villages and we both need redemption in order to forgive ourselves. This is our chance. Emeder could feel both Tignioni’s and Guftivei’s eyes on him. He knew this conversation was being broadcasted into their minds as well. With a surge of anger he screamed “Then why haven’t you come and done something? Why did you just hide here and let both of us nurture our guilt and hate ourselves when you could track this thing? Why? I was hiding, too, I know, but I didn’t know where to go or what to do and you did! For all this time…” He trailed off as he realized she hadn’t interrupted and finished his sentence for him, already knowing the ending. That was when he realized he’d hurt something deep down inside her, something that hurt with as much agony as his own memories of failure. I waited because someone had to find out the facts. This time pain racked the previously melodic voice. I didn’t tell Tignioni everything…and I lied about having never faced the creature. My village fell victim to it as well. The day I fled my village, I sensed its presence nearby. That was the first time I ran across it. When I tried to return to my village the next day in order to set things right and make amends for my mistake with my psionic powers, only charred husks of the buildings remained. I realized I was the only one who could track it down, and only if I tapped into my psionic abilities in a way I never had before. So I did…but it hurt. It hurt so much. I didn’t know where to look so I read every mind I could find, reaching out over continents. Only then could I find out enough. But when you listen to every thought in a few continents, it hurts. Just an hour ago, a Skakdi wanting nothing more than to be loyal to his leader is bleeding to death on Zakaz. A slave trying to lead a protest against class distinctions on Stelt was assassinated this morning. Five days ago, a Matoran died after a week of being tortured for information by Dark Hunters on Odina. I felt all them. “Why do we bother then? This world -” -isn’t worth fighting for? On the other side of Zakaz, two Skakdi warlords did the unthinkable and formed a peace treaty for the first time in the history of the island. A friend of the assassinated slave on Stelt was inspired by his sacrifice to take up arms and performed a jail break that successfully evacuated over a dozen unjustly incarcerated slaves out to safety on nearby islands. A Matoran from the same village as the tortured one felt his death - don't ask me how - and made a wreath of flowers, which he then cast into the ocean to remember the other one by. I felt all them, too. All that…that’s what’s worth fighting for. Chapter 15 Northern Continent, 993 years after Great Cataclysm For a short while afterwards, an awkward silence hung in the cavern’s air. Imegna had added a new perspective to their view on the mission. Eventually, it was Imegna herself who rekindled the conversation. I already have an initial destination chosen. Once, when I managed to actually find the mind of the creature itself, I traced its point of origin from one of the creature’s embedded memories, if you can call them memories. As I mentioned earlier, it seems to have a “programmed” mind. Either way, I believe Tignioni himself was actually the first being to ever encounter this abomination. “What? You can’t be serious. The day my village was lost was the when it first rose up – ever? Yes. It originated at a location that is underground, but near the area of the Southern continent I have seen in your memories. The time period is also consistent. That is our first task. We must head to that portion of the Southern Continent and discover the details of its genesis, so that we may know how to destroy it. The only problem is that the particular segment of the Southern Continent in question had broken through this level of our universe and now rests in the ocean above. “Oh, this is going to get fun.” Guftivei added with unenthused sarcasm. Stelt is full of ports with many shipping containers. We should be able to procure something that could survive a journey from one dome of our universe to the next on that island. “Best plan we have, I suppose.” Tignioni concluded as Imegna finished. “Let’s go.” Guftivei, Emeder, and Tignioni were all facing each other during this discussion, but the three of them now whipped around to face the new voice that had just spoken. To their great surprise, they discovered Imegna had just spoken non-telepathically. She was now standing erect and energetic rather than slumped with exhaustion as she had been earlier. “Imegna…?” trailed Emeder. “Did I not say that using my psionic abilities in the extreme manner I usually do was what left me debilitated physically? When I try to listen to minds that are incomprehensibly distant, as I was before, I can only communicate telepathically and move lethargically - ” “But that would mean you were reading minds of beings kios away at the same time as you were talking to us. That’s impossible!” “I…multitask. Under normal circumstances, I don’t have any problems.” “You always seem to surprise me,” Tignioni responded. “You've barely met me. Plus, did you really think I would task you with creating a team to take down some freaky ancient enemy without joining in on the fun myself? I’m coming with you. Before we leave, though, I have a little something for Guftivei.” With that she left into a side cavern and returned carrying two armblades. With a glance to Guftivei she called out “Catch!” and heaved the two weapons at him. Then she continued “A replacement for your broadsword, since you always wanted armblades anyway.” “How did you know?” Imegna did not even deign to answer the question. She just gave him a bemused look. Then it occurred to Guftivei. “Oh right…read minds from several continents. Guess I’m no exception. Yeesh - that’s weird to think someone knows all your thoughts.” “Definitely not all your thoughts. It’d be impossible to listen to every mind in reality simultaneously. By 'every mind in several continents,' I mean a process that takes months to complete because I can only read a few at a time. Plus, that’d just be too weird.” “Still weird enough. Well, let’s get on over to Stelt. I want a chance to try out these new murderous friends of mine.” Tignioni contradicted. “I’m afraid I would like to avoid a battle, for one. We should be able to obtain a suitable container without violence as long as everything and everyone in reality doesn’t decide to conspire against us, right? Either way, I agree. Let’s move. The quicker we put an end to this, the better.” The team of four proceeded to Tignioni’s boat and set a heading for Stelt. It was time to get started.
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Here is the second part of my project, featuring Takanuva, Toa of Light! The first half can be found here.As I've mentioned before, these will be printed and brought to some of the lego conventions this year!oh, and this mask came out so much better than Makuta's! but I have to say, it was my first time drawing a Bionicle villain, and years ago I did an analytic drawing of Takanuva's mask, including all these color coded guidelines.The masterpiece!As a bonus here's some lineart of the piece pre-coloring.I hope you enjoy it!Part 1Both parts togetherA neat image for your Time Line!and a neat one for your Signature! [url][img=http://www.majhost.com/gallery/the-girl-next-door/Widgets/versus_timeline_banner_small.png]Umm... I haven't figured out the coding to link an image yet with code, at least here. So for now, just give credit if you use it!
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A couple notes before you start to read:1. I started working on this a long, long time ago. I finished recently. End result: the writing style changes will change a bit as this goes on, but it is all pre-written and I've decided I've put enough time in so far that I'm ready to just put it up regardless of the fact I feel the beginning isn't as well written as the end. It tends to get easily sidetracked...2. Yes, the chapters (esp. early ones) are very short. Very, very short - too short for my own taste. That's why I'll post multiple at a time. I wrote this is one-chapter-at-a-time bursts and they all end at any point that came to my mind as a point I could leave off in such a way that the tension would keep running. I hope you don't have anything against lots of cliffhanger-like endings!3. Lastly, I have a sequel planned. That's the one I plan on making my truly great work, and I'm going to take advantage of any input I can get from this one. So, as soon as I have a review topic set up, I would appreciate any feedback. I will be utilizing critiques, so please don't decide it's not worth your time. I am continuing on with my writing and I will listen. That said, it's time I finally put this up. This is Part 1 of "Lightfall."Lightfall-The Menace of LightChapter 1 The Southern Continent, approx. 10 years prior to Great Cataclysm Rocks, rocks, and more rocks. The entire landscape seemed to be composed of them for Tignioni. As a veteran Toa of Fire on the part of the Southern Continent would one day be called Voya Nui, he was all too familiar with the endless rocks. His life seemed to be predominated by scrabbling over them. He felt…that, perhaps, he didn’t have a purpose a here. Despite this, he was obediently poised on a rock, staring out upon the vast, unending field of yet more rocks outside of a village constructed out of even more rocks. He was to await an important shipment of goods and was to make sure that no Rahi damaged it. Suddenly, there was a magnificently bright flash. Could this be the supplies at last? He cared for nothing more than the end to the monotonous wait. He activated his Kakama and sped off absentmindedly in the direction of the light, certain it was the Matoran convoy. Yet, when he stopped he saw nothing other than a massive hole. With a sudden realization he murmured, “Why in Mata Nui’s name is it so bright?” Noticing the light came from behind, he spun around but immediately wished he hadn’t. A dazzlingly radiant orb of energy, with a diameter as great as he was tall, was floating behind him. The sight almost blinded him instantaneously. In fear of some trap he activated his true mask, a Mahiki, and called forth an illusion that there were nearly a dozen copies of him present. Immediately upon doing so, the orb began lashing out at the illusionary versions of Tignioni with rays of energy, with which it was combing the area. Where these touched the soil they vaporized it for as deep as the eye could see, causing a sinkhole to form as the soil collapsed inward. Tignioni frantically raced his mind to try and make sense of the situation before he was obliterated. He thought: It’s trying to kill me. Maybe I can hide if… Seeing it as his only chance, and it probably was, Tignioni called upon his elemental energy to explode the whole surrounding area. The brilliant orb searched haze caused by the blast, but left, noticing nothing more an oddly shaped rock uncovered by that massive explosion… Chapter 2 The Southern Continent, approx. 10 years prior to Great Cataclysm Had there been anyone to witness the aftermath of Tignioni’s battle with the bizarre orb, they would have observed that an unusually shaped rock near the site collapsed into an unconscious Toa of Fire. Tignioni’s quick thinking to produce the illusion he was a rock and veil it with an explosion had saved his life. A short while later, he came to consciousness. Tignioni stared up at the sky, and then thought aloud, “I believe… I have a newfound respect for rocks.” He chuckled to himself, but stopped abruptly. Where had that thing gone? What if it had reached a village? Wait…there was a village right behind him. Tignioni craned his neck in the direction of the village. There seemed to be smoke, and wasn’t it a little lower in the ground… Tignioni suddenly felt a sinking feeling. A pit had formed when that mysterious source of light had attacked him as the dirt had collapsed inward. He reactivated his Kakama and sped off towards the village. Upon reaching the outskirts, his fears were confirmed. Buildings were destroyed, belongings knocked over, holes where concentrated light had burned through objects, and, most disconcertingly, no Matoran anywhere. “Is there anyone here?” Tignioni cried out again, though he knew it would be futile. There were so many questions. Had it simply obliterated the Matoran? Or had it absorbed them? Was it growing in power? Could it be defeated? Where would it go next? Tignioni circled once more, despite the fact he was sure nobody was in the area. He didn’t believe they had all died. He refused to. Yet the facts were overwhelming, and after six passes through the village and a fruitless hour searching, he surrendered himself to the truth. The village had simply been annihilated. Suddenly, Tignioni felt an urge to follow that thing, whatever it was, and stop it. He would have to get to work right away. He couldn’t stick around to explain to the nearby villages. They would just have to count him among the dead. Tignioni set off, toward the horizon, not knowing his current, or final, destination. He knew only one thing: He had found his destiny. Chapter 3 Xia, approx. 920 years after Great Cataclysm A Vortixx rounded the corner, only narrowly avoiding a volley of zamor spheres and Cordak blasts. His name was Guftivei and he was running for his life. He had always been disgusted by his society’s way of life on Xia. His near-fatal mistake was speaking up repetitively against one of the largest corporations in weapon production, and, if he wasn’t careful, it would be a fatal mistake. The company had no regard for anything except profit. Guftivei always hated them, but the final blow was when they destroyed the last stand of vegetation on Xia. It had hardly been more than a stand of a dozen trees, but it was all that remained on Xia as far as plant life went. Now it matched everything else on the island, a complex of gray buildings surrounded by hazy smoke. He couldn’t help it any longer; he protested to it, and now he was paying for it. Guftivei stepped aside into an empty alcove. He had to leave Xia, but where could he go? He certainly wouldn’t be accepted in one of those havens for Matoran like the Southern Continent or that metropolis apparently made by the Great Beings just for Matoran…What was it called? Oh, yes: Metru Nui. Well, with those set aside, where could he go? Zakaz would be remote enough, but he would probably be caught between vicious warlords in no time. Yet, returning to the concept of the Southern Continent, wouldn’t there have to be some sort of barrier islands offshore from the Southern Continent? They would be small and uninhabited. Yes, if he could survive on one of those, he would be safe… His thinking was interrupted by a crackle from a zamor sphere hitting a wall. He peeked out slightly. He saw two phalanxes of armed Vortixx advancing, one from each entrance. They had pinpointed him to this building, but didn’t know where he was. They thought he was unable to escape, but they had overlooked one thing: he could travel from one building to the next on their outsides because Xia was so industrialized and the buildings so close together. It was risky, since the ground was nearly fifty bios below him, but it was his only chance. He opened a ventilation hatch and climbed out holding onto a pipe on the wall. He grabbed a railing on the building next to him and began inching his way across the exterior of the building. Upon finding another ventilation grate, he pried it off with his spear, which he had slung over his back previously. Suddenly, his hand on the rail lost its grip. Since he had removed his other hand to grab his spear, he suddenly found himself falling towards the ground, far, far, below…
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Hey there BZP-ers, looong time no see. I've been gone, same to say, for a year no, and I'm feeling a little nostalgic since I miss the good old days. This is one of the reasons I'm presenting you with my old creation that was entered in the contest to decide which model would be the official representation of Alt. Terry. Sadly i didn't win, but anywho, I present you..Alternate TeridaxGallery: http://www.majhost.c...ry.cgi?f=219945Enjoy my friends!-Archon Sorry there mate, I've been out of the loop for quite a while now! ^^,
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Sometimes Faybos doesn't see eye to eye with his Turaga, Kiko. Kiko doesn't seem too fond of him either. XD
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I've always wondered what the Melding Makuta can do that the regular Makuta can't, aside from the obvious light-based powers and Kraata powers. For example, can they form Kaita? Can two Makuta share a single suit of armor, at least temporarily? They are entirely devoted to the light, after all. The last time I checked, they're anything but selfish.
