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$82.86 For The Lot Fee Breakdowns · $76 for the Kraata · $3.48 USA Shipping · $3.38 PayPal sellers’ fees.
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Hello, I'm looking for a stage 5 Cyclone Cyclone finish my set. This is the kraata with a metal blue head and silver tail. For trade I'm offering the trans orange kraata found in the Nike shoes. Pictures will be provided in DM's and I'm based in the UK, happy to ship overseas
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I was wondering what set or collectible set the trans orange Kraata came from. I also wanted to know if there is a known number of how many there are in existence. Image from this auction http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/24615-a-lot-of-rare-and-cool-items-for-sale/?do=findComment&comment=1132082
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Hello everyone, I recently acquired a spare Trans-Orange Kraata (pic attached) so I'm putting it up for trade. At the moment, I would prefer to trade for a Stage 6 Cyclone kraata (examples also attached) as it's the last one I need to complete my set. I'm also looking for european misprint kanohi and any rare metal krana (WMKK, VMKK); I understand the latter are far more valuable, so I would trade/pay extra to make it fair. Happy to take more pictures if interested. Thanks for looking! (UPDATE: trade is completed)
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Well, it’s been a few years but I’m back with more goodies to round out your collection! Check back often for updates. Please PM me with any questions or order requests. All prices are in USD, all transactions will be made via PayPal. KANOHI ALL silver Kanohi - $3ea MIRU Red - $13ea Blue & White - $9ea Nuva White - $17 AKAKU Green - $6 Blue - $5 Nuva Red - $4 Nuva Blue - $11 PAKARI Brown - $5 Red - $6 Green - $6ea Blue - $4 Gold - $5 HAU Brown - $6ea Black - $18ea Nuva Blue - $7 KAUKAU Red - $12 Gold - $4 KAKAMA Blue - $7 Green - $8 Nuva Black - $6 RAU Orange - $8 Tan - $9 KRANA ALL - $0.50ea OTHER Prototype red tohunga feet - looking to trade for other protos or mold tests Mismold Kalmah armor piece - make an offer! Protodermic Miru - $3ea Shadow Kraata - $2ea — Thanks and happy hunting! Sam
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Hey all! It's been a while but I'm back with some new goodies for sale! See below for photos and prices, all prices in USD. I'm happy to ship US domestic or international, just be aware international shipping costs a minimum of about $14. PM me your shipping address and I'd be happy to get you an estimate. Payment will be sent via PayPal, I'm open to giving discounts on large orders, just ask! Please PM me with orders rather than commenting, I'd like to not clog up the comments section unless people have questions. I will update this post as needed with what's still available. RARE ITEMS Pearl Gold Vohtarak Shell - $75 (open to offers) Pearl Light Gray/Silver Akaku Nuva - $25 Trans-Neon Green Skull Scorpio Mask - $15 5-Hole Kraahkan - $75 (open to offers) Brown Noble Ruru Misprint - $10 Blue Noble Ruru Misprint - $14 Green Noble Matatu Misprint - $17 Trans-Medium Blue Kaukau Misprint - $50 Gold Vahi - $15 Orange Vahi (2 available) - $9 Disk of Time - $2 OR free with purchase of 2 or more Vahi masks FLASH SALE ITEMS - $1ea All just $1ea, multiples available of all shown above! KANOHI MATA HAU Brown - $2.50ea White - $5ea Black - $8ea KAUKAU Trans-Black - $5ea Trans-Neon Orange - $11ea Trans-Green - $8ea Trans-Red - $7ea MIRU Blue - $5ea White - $7ea Red - $7ea KAKAMA - ALL $4ea AKAKU - ALL $3.50ea PAKARI Blue OR Brown - $1.50ea Green OR Red - $3.50ea White - $6ea GOLD & SILVER KANOHI $3ea OR $16 for one of each of one color (set of 6) KANOHI NUVA $3ea NOBLE KANOHI Ruru - $1ea All others - $4ea KRANA/KRAATA Wild Kraata - $1.50ea Purple Krana (light purple on the left, dark purple on the right) - $1ea Bohrok-Kal disks - $1ea OR both for $1.50 Krana Va - $0.60ea SETS Glopo Dream Builders Masters of Disaster Doomsday knockoff (complete, never assembled) - $15 OTHERS: Click this link to go to my eBay store to see sets I have available. If you're interested in anything PM me, we can arrange a direct deal through PayPal for 10% off prices listed on eBay. Thanks for looking! Sam
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I'm selling/trading a bunch of kraata. PM me if you're interested or have any questions. I might be interested in some sets or collectibles like a Trans-orange Kraata. Please send me reasonable offers. Completed order: One of each set kraata (except Kurahk & Turahk Stage 1). Turahk Stage 1 (1x) Stage 3 (3x) Stage 4 (3x) Stage 5 (2x) Stage 6 (3x) Kurahk Stage 1 (3x) Stage 3 (3x) Stage 5 (5x) Vorahk Stage 1 (4x) Stage 2 (1x) Stage 3 (6x) Stage 6 (1x) Lerahk Stage 3 (1x) Stage 5 (4x) Stage 6 (1x) Panrahk Stage 3 (2x) Guurahk Stage 3 (6x) Stage 5 (5x) Wild Kraata Laser Vision: Stage 6 (1x) Weather Control: Stage 1 (1x)
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2020/08/22: Please check up-to-date Kraata availability below, after a recent pending sale. Small restock expected next week. Greetings all -- I'm back again in search of Kraata, and offering up many in kind, among various other collectibles. As usual, I'm also interested in Nestle items, particularly the throwing stars aka spinners. My target Kraata are the empty squares in the chart hidden below. Due to many duplicates, the Kraata I have on offer are tabulated in text form instead. Please also note the various other things I'm offering if they're of interest, including a handful of Krana as well as BIONICLE and Technic merchandise. I'm happy to negotiate pricing if anyone would like to buy or sell excess quantity in the course of trade as well. Thanks -- please post or PM if you have any questions or issues! Wanted Kraata: Kraata on offer: Krana + other merchandise on offer: ~~
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Cause what can't you do with Kraata?
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Hello everyone! So I too am in the search of the least of the kraata I need. I am mostly looking to just purchase as I don't have any extra kraata to trade. I have some krana if that interests you for trade as well as some mask but not a lot. Looking for -Stage 1- Plant Control (Copper/Black) -Stage 2- Density Control (Green/Metal-green),Electricity (Blue/red), Confusion (black/copper), Stage 3- Chain Lighting (Metal-bue/metal-green),Cyclone(metal-blue/silver), Statis field (metal-blue/pearl dark grey), -Stage 5- Chain Lighting (metal-blue/metal-green), Gravity (pearl dark grey/metal-green),Silence(lime/pearl dark grey),Cyclone(Meatl-blue/silver), Vacuum(yellow/lime), Dodge(yellow/dark gold),Molecular Disruption(dark gold/copper) Stage 6- Insect Control(yellow/black), Cyclone(metal-blue/silver), Accuracy(Red/blue), Vacuum(yellow/lime), Invulnerability(black/dark gold), Confusion(Black/copper) If anyone can help that would be groovy! -Onvermel-
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Hi everyone, I'm one Kraata from a full set and will pay a generous price to anyone selling. I'm looking for Cyclone Stage 6 (metal blue head and pearl light gray tail, pic attached). I would also consider trading some spare Kanohi or Kanoka. Thanks!
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So I was reading comic 14: At last Takanuva! and I came across this panel: \ The comic depicts Takanuva using the Shadow Kraata that Pohatu had retrieved from the ruptured Kraata containers earlier in the comic. Now in the movie, the Toa seem to use just one of the Kraata that came from the Rahkshi, but it made me stop and think: can a shadow Kraata infect the Kanohi Avohkii? It obviously didn't do it in the comic (or movie) and I'd imagine that a normal Kraata couldn't because they'd have to touch the mask and it is constantly glowing with it's own light which they probably couldn't handle. But what about Shadow Kraata that can infect Kanohi over a distance? I personally think no, as the masks light power should be too much for it to infect, but what do you all think?
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So I wrote another Kanohi story because of course I did. This one takes place in the core universe and the kingdom, a little before the two timelines split. The premise for this is the hurt some Matoran feel as the Turaga reveal the true history of their people, as well as the disconnect some of the Matoran have with the so-called city of legends. So this is a story about the fallout of the Turaga revealing the truth about the 2004-2005 storyline. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy. The Willing Exiles … ”You … you sure we should go?” Ramaka asked, looking at the two Ga-Matoran. The sun was beginning to set, and the tent they were taking shelter in was rustling in the wind. “We have to. Those stories the Turaga shared, they aren’t us. Maybe there were once, maybe they never were. We don’t belong in some underground ruin, working like cogs in a lifeless machine.” Gajaga spat, as she packed her satchel. It was woven of faded plant fibers, contrasting against her blue metal chassis. “Maybe the rest of the stories will—” “—Tell us just how much they lied?” Gajaga sighed, “no. I prefer to have at least some fond memories of Turaga Nokama.” She began to wrap up her sleeping bag. “She’s right,” Cemahri reached over, grasping Gajaga’s hand, and the other Ga-Matoran blushed beneath her mask, “I … to know the Turaga lied for over a thousand years, about the most basic things. No, we cannot go with them. And … it’s better we don’t come. We don’t belong with the other Matoran. This is a chance for us.” Ramaka nodded, though did not match her eye contact. The two Ga-Matoran pushed aside their bags then, before embracing their companion. “Hey, we will get through this together,” Gajaga said, “we spent centuries on this island, we know it by heart. We can flourish in our beloved island home.” “We … we do have our unity to each other,” Ramaka smiled nervously, “okay, sisters, let us return to our real home.” The three Matoran picked up their bamboo disks and slug their satchels over their shoulders, before slipping out into the jungle. Their long arms pushed aside the ferns and branches, their big feet waded through the swamp. They would not leave Mata-Nui, not for some underground ruin that was likely infested by spiders the size of Toa. This was their home, not some broken city. … Kanohi held his lighter to his right arm, softening the orange and black metal. The lighter was infused with the element of Fire, probably a relic from when Turaga Vakama was a Toa. Because apparently Kanohi’s mentor had lied to him about everything. “There,” Nuparu said, “it should be almost in place now.” Kanohi was welding a Volo Lutu Launcher to his arm, as Nuparu fitted the tool’s machinery to mesh with his biomechanical body. The left arm was already complete, now was just the right. The two of them were in a tent this night, the stars mostly shone in the sky despite the many torches around Kini-Nui. Thousands of Matoran were camping in the jungle, as they built ships to sail though the underground Silver Sea. The sounds of hammers pounded under the stars, as the Matoran prepared to return to their home. A home only the Turaga remembered, As Kanohi welded the tool to his arm, Nuparu spoke up, “So, did the Turaga ever tell you—” “—No.” Kanohi answered quickly, and his breath became harsher. His foot began to thump against the floor, and his fingers began to drum against his lighter. The Fe-Matoran’s face was hidden, he wore wooden masks all over his body, as a sort of armor. Each mask was carved to resemble a Ruru, the Noble Mask of Night Vision. And his true mask was a Great Ruru, though he could not use it. Still both were appropriate, his power allowed him to light the darkness of the future. But clearly his visions were helpless to the past. “It’s … frustrating, isn’t it? If we had been able to use the technology of Metru-Nui to help us, our time in exile could have been so much easier. Just having Kanoka instead of bamboo disks…” “There are many reasons the truth is frustrating.” Kanohi stared deeply into his lighter, trying not to think too hard about Vakama. The fire swirled and lifted about, as he looked the flames cracked and turned to embers, and those sparks became the stars in the sky. As he stared at those stars he heard and noise and turned to see an utterly barren island of rock. The rocky crag towered above him, before shattering into an avalanche. Each tumbling rock splashed into the sea, before rising as a fleet of hovercrafts. Kanohi hooked a cabin and grappled over to a hovercraft, flinging above the waves as Matoran wearing linen clothes waved. “You okay? You seemed a bit dazed?” Kanohi startled as Nuparu’s voice cut through the blaze, and he looked away, “Just had a vision,” he answered, “maybe of us sailing to Metru-Nui.” “At least a Vakama didn’t lie to us about that,” Nuparu offered, but Kanohi could not crack a smile, “your visions are real, just like the Turaga’s was. And incredible gift.” “He lied to me plenty about my visions,” muttered Kanohi, “though I do know why. It doesn’t make things easier however.” Then there was a shriek from outside the tent, as a Ga-Matoran called out, “Kraata!” Immediately Kanohi turned off his lighter, and stowed it away. “Is my arm ready?” “Left one is for sure, but the right one isn’t done.” “We will continue it later,” nodded Kanohi, before sprinting out of the tent, his large feet stomping vines and roots, as he hurried out he raised his left arm, and from the Volo Lutu Launcher built into his forearm he fired a strange rippling sphere. A ball of pure gravity. It latched onto a tree before ripping him from the ground and hurling him towards it. Kanohi hurtled through the air, landing on a tree. From there he fired his launcher again, flinging himself after the ball of gravity. In this way he grappled through the jungle, searching among the tents and Matoran. As he flew his armor clattered together, like branches singing in a thunderstorm. A number of Matoran were fleeing from the northern part of the jungle, the Kraata might be there. As Kanohi grappled above, Matoran pointed and marveled. A few began to cheer, and he smiled warily as he hurtled through the sky. He was glad that they could feel some relief from him still. And as he came upon the scene, he spied a Ga-Matoran backing up as a bright green slug squirmed towards her. The Kraata oozed a trail of sickly slime, which wilted every plant that it passed by. The Matoran of Water was backed up against a tree, swinging her bamboo disk wildly at it. Quickly Kanohi fired past her, and launched through the air. As he hurtled towards her he outstretched his right arm, hooking her waist. He strained as he dragged her through the air, before the two of them smacked into the ground in a tumble, his armor rattling with each collision with the earth. As they rolled to a halt, Kanohi shoved himself up, drawing his lighter. He held it out to the Kraata, it’s elemental flame cracking. The slug hissed and flinched from the glow, before slithering away deep into the jungle. “Are you alright?” Kanohi asked her as he pulled her to her feet. “Better swimmer than a fighter,” she laughed nervously, then swallowed, “How … how can there still be Kraata? The Makuta is dead, isn’t he?” He looked away, “In the Turaga’s stories of Metru-Nui, Rahkshi go feral when the Makuta does not need them. This might have just been a wild Kraata-Ye.” “Of … of course. I should have know.” “There was little way you could have,” he muttered, looking at the trail of withering plants from where the Kraata had left, “the Turaga did not tell many about the plants.” “Th-there you are,” a voice called out. Kanohi turned to see a Ko-Matoran running towards them, his body sand-blue and white. The Matoran of Ice waved to him, but Kanohi did not wave back. “What do you want, Matoro?” asked Kanohi, folding his arms. His wooden armor clattered against each other at the motion, each collision a harsh thud, like drums beating. “Three Matoran were seen headed into the jungle, two Ga-Matoran and a Le-Matoran. Some of the Toa are looking but Le-Wahi is big. Well, you know that, you have patrolled it for centuries. So if you could help look…” “Fine,” he said, “once Nuparu finishes upgrading my arm.” “Listen,” the Matoran of Ice shuffled, “we have been friends for a long time—” “You were Turaga Nuju’s aide, I was the vigilante protector of Mata-Nui. That was all.” “I … I know it’s awkward knowing that the Turaga lied to you—” “—Did they tell you the truth?” Kanohi said quietly, his breath whistling through the holes in his mask like a faint breeze. His fingers began to wiggle on his sides with an anxious energy. “I-I … yes.” Kanohi huffed, but said nothing more. “Listen, they needed Metru-Nui to be kept a secret. If the Matoran knew about it they would try to return, and the Makuta would have just enslaved them—” “I understand why they hid truth. It might have even been necessary. But it was still wrong,” Kanohi said firmly, “simplifying our world only hurt cross-wired freaks like Midas, Takua, and me.” “…I know. You … you know they didn’t mean to hurt you, right? Vakama wouldn’t want that.” “I know,” Kanohi sighed as his hands flapped wildly, “But they still hurt many of us. That’s why I became Kanohi. And that is why I will help these Matoran. There are still Kraata squirming around the island, not to mention the Rahi.” “You know, the two of us both knew about the Kraata when no other Matoran did. We helped the Turaga hunt them, when the others knew nothing. We both shared secrets with the Turaga, hid the truth from our fellow Matoran.” The Ga-Matoran startled at that, and backed away back into the jungle towards the campsite. “Yes, we did,” Kanohi could see his heartlight speed up beneath his wooden armor, “and our secret left many Matoran vulnerable, none of them knew why masks become infected. If they had known Kraata were not just Rahi, many of them could have be spared the control of the Makuta.” “But you agreed to be quiet.” “Yes.” Kanohi’s wrists fluttered like a Nui-Kopen swarm. “Then why are you so mad at the Turaga?” “B-because millions suffered underground while we waddled around in paradise. Do you think I never had visions of the people suffering because of the Brotherhood? Do you think when I asked Vakama to explain, he told me the truth? Or do you think he told me those visions were just metaphors, that the only people in danger were the Matoran of this island? He only fed my fears that I was losing my mind. He only isolated me more.” “Kanohi.” “It wasn’t that he lied. It’s that his lies h-hurt people, and that the damage he caused did not inspire him to be honest.” The sound of wood smacking against itself echoed as Kanohi stimmed. “…You know they were Matoran only a year before they became our Turaga,” whispered Matoro, “its not their fault that they were not ready for the role of leadership.” “Its been a thousand years,” Kanohi said simply, before he waved in dismissal, “I need to get my arm ready. Then I will go rescue these Matoran.” He turned around and grappled away, back towards Nuparu. Matora watched after him with a sigh, his telescopic lens zeroing in on the vigilante as he swung from the jungle. Then finally the Ko-Matoran waddled away, he would need to return to Turaga Nuju. … Gajaga walked through the jungle as early morning crept into the sky. She tightly gripped her bamboo disk, ready to hurl it at the first Rahi to barge out of the underbrush. She had once served in the Ga-Koro Guard, before being dismissed from her post. Her dismissal was for a number of reasons, her anger and her … unusual attachments. ‘Like she thought with the mind of a Rahi,’ the other Matoran of Water would whisper when they thought she couldn’t hear. Oh but she heard. The point was, she knew how to throw the disk, and how to make it hurt. Ramaka called from the tree, “I see movement up ahead, and it looks like a number of trees are toppling over. I think it might be a Tarakava.” Le-Matoran were agile in the trees though clumsy on the ground, made Ramaka a better lookout, “You sure?” Gajaga gripped her disk, even as her free hand reached behind her to pull out a sharpened bamboo pole. Cemahri clung to her own throwing disk as well, though the latter’s eyes were wider, and she clenched her disk like one might dangling off a cliff. Cemahri was no guard, just a weaver with very little training in a fight. “I seen little of a large teal head poking out of the trees,” Ramaka answered, “and the way the trees topple over, like they are being bludgeoned by a big sledgehammer. I-I am not very familiar with the Rahi of Ga-Wahi, but I think it is one? At least going off what I saw in the Battle of Kini-Nui.” “We are going to need to move carefully,” Cemahri said, as her free hand shakily reached out and grabbed Gajaga’s wrist. Gajaga turned to Cemahri and smiled, “it’s okay, we can get through this.” She head-butted Cemahri softly, their masks clinking together. The two Matoran of Water embraced, as they stood in the muddy water of this swamp. There was a boom, and a number of trees trembled, no longer so far away. Cemahri flinched with each tremor, clutching Gajaga tight. “A single Tarakava devastated Ga-Koro,” she whispered, staring towards the rumbling trees. “Yes,” admitted Gajaga, “but we can get through this, okay? We aren’t trapped inside a sunken hut this time.” Cemahri nodded, and the two of them wadded through the water, before shuffling behind a tree half-submerged in the water. As they hung there, Cemahri poked her head around the log, her mask’s telescopic lens adjusting to close up on the beast. She was just a Matoran, she couldn’t use her mask’s power of x-ray vision. But the telescopic lens attached to a Kanohi Akaku could be used by anyone. “It’s a Tarakava,” she whispered. “With an infected mask.” “You sure?” “Yes and … and there is a Kraata riding on top of it, a Kraata of Poison I think?” “Karzahni,” muttered Gajaga, “you are right, we need to be careful.” “But how can a Kraata … exist without the Makuta?” “I don’t know. But stay quiet, stay low.” The two other Matoran nodded, waiting as the Tarakava rode past on the treads. As it drove through the water its powerful fists reeled back and punched systematically, knocking over trees with ease. It’s height towered over even the Toa Nuva, let alone three Matoran. But as the Tarakava rode through the swamp it suddenly halted, its treads grinding to a halt. Its head shifted about as it began to look around, its nostrils sniffing the air. The Matoran drew still, even as the Rahi’s Kraata rider squeaked out a hiss of pleasure. … Kanohi grappled through the jungle, firing one Volo Lutu Launcher, then the other. As his balls of gravity hurled him through the canopy he looked about, hearing the birds call, seeing the greenery and fruit. His armor only added to the melody, the wood clanking and striking with each swing like and drum. Mata-Nui was … so alive. While the stories of Metru-Nui sounded cold and lifeless. Of course, Mata-Nui was dangerous, with many aggressive Rahi. And when the Makuta infected their masks, they became even more dangerous. They became an extension of his will, driven to attack the Matoran. And Kanohi still wasn’t sure that the prophecy of the Bohrok had already been fulfilled. Elements of his visions … were incomplete. For over a thousand years the Matoran had lived on Mata-Nui, hunted by the Makuta’s Infected Rahi. The Matoran lived apart, Onu-Matoran in the caves, Ta-Matoran by the lava, Le-Matoran in the trees, Ga-Matoran in the water. They weren’t one people, just six tribes isolated from each other, terrified of leaving their Koro because of the beasts. Thinking Mata-Nui was the only island, that there were only six breeds of Matoran, that this was their homeland. That they were not in exile. That the Turaga would be honest about the important stuff. For the millennia of exile, the Matoran only had themselves to rely on, along with the Turaga he supposed. The Toa were just a legend then. They followed traditions the Turaga made-up, obeyed rules, travel between Koro was forbidden, you stayed with your kind. And if you did not feel comfortable with them, then that was a flaw of your own. Then a few centuries ago Kanohi grew tired of waiting for the heroes to come, and became a vigilante, grappling through the southern jungles to rescue Matoran from Rahi and disasters. He was always a cross-wired freak, not only plagued by visions but his brain functioned differently in general, his wiring was different. More musical, but in a different way, always in motion, calmed by seemingly random noses and gestures. Cross-wired. And his body was strange too. The Turaga said he was Po-Matoran, but he lacked their strength, just had great physical endurance. He knew something was wrong, that he could not be a Matoran of Stone. And of course he wasn’t. It was just another lie, to make the Matoran more unified. Six tribes, six villages. He belonged in Po-Koro. Only it made him more of an outsider. He felt out of place everywhere, and the Matoran had not forgotten to remind him. As an cross-wired outcast, Kanohi knew just how isolating the island could be. So he resolved to be there for the Matoran, especially the other freaks, instead of waiting for fabled Toa to arrive and save the world. To protect the Matoran, give them hope, and let the outcasts know that they were not alone. Because no matter how much Turaga Vakama said his visions were a gift from the Great Spirit himself, even from the start Kanohi had known it was just a glitch. He continued to grapple through the jungle, hooking the branches to catapult his way through the trees. Brakas hooted as he went past, the water lapped against the tree trunks; there was a music to Mata-Nui, one he doubted Metru-Nui had. Kanohi could hear thumping in the distance, maybe a Tarakava? The Rahi usually hunted in pairs, but he did not hear enough sound for there to be two. And it sounded like it was in the shallows, Tarakava preferred to ambush from the depths. That might mean it had an infected mask, and that its will was being overwritten. The Makuta … the Turaga said he had been killed by Takanuva, but they apparently would lie if they thought it necessary. And if they had told him the truth, a Kraata in a high enough stage would know the Makuta’s will. It might be able to continue the plans of its master. He swerved to face the thumping, before grappled towards the sound. If it was an Infected Tarakava he would need to know, to protect the Matoran. Not that the Matoran would going to stay in Mata-Nui for much longer. … The Tarakava sniffed about, its nostrils flaring. Its reptilian head pivoted side to side, probing the trees, searching for the Matoran it could smell. Its Kraata had hopped off, sinking underneath the swamp. The sun was rising higher, and a Kraata of its level knew to fear the light. Gajaga and Cemahri continued to hide, trying not to move. They … they couldn’t win a fight with a Tarakava, the only beings strong enough would be a Toa. And they were no Toa. Then suddenly Cemahri let out a scream, and began to thrash. Gajaga swerved without hesitation, all but tackling her fellow Ga-Matoran. “What’s wrong?” Gajaga demanded as she looked over her. Before her optics Gajaga could see that green rash had began to burn into Cemahri’s metal leg, spreading like rust. The Kraata. Gajaga stabbed her spear into the water in a frenzy, only for the tree they hid behind to be battered away by a giant fist. The Matoran were sent hurtling through the swamp, smashing against a tree. Gajaga shakily stood up, as the Tarakava reeled its arm back. Thump. Ramaka’s bamboo disk thudded against the Infected Tarakava, and the beast shrieked in rage. It swerved towards the Le-Matoran, who shook like a leaf. The Rahi slammed its fist into the tree, Ramaka barely managing to leap to another branch. In the meantime Gajaga clutched at Cemahri, holding her tight. “Come on, fight this thing, please,” she begged as she pressed Cemahri to her heartlight. There was a splash a few bios away, as Ramaka’s tree shattered. The Le-Matoran fell like a rock, only for a brown streak to slam into Ramaka mid fall. Kanohi held Ramaka in his arms as he grappled to another tree. “Ramaka right? She/her?” “Um, yes, you … you are Kanohi, right?” And he … he knew about Ramaka? He knew that she was … not like other Le-Matoran. “Yes,” he nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling out a piece of blue shimmering cloth, “listen, Turaga Nokama gave me this centuries ago, it should help reduce poison.” “You … you know about the Kraata?” “I can smell the poison,” he said simply, “get it to Cemahri, I will distract the Tarakava. Head to the south, okay?” “Wh-what about the Kraata?” “…We will try to do our best.” He grappled away flying right past the Tarakava’s snout. Ashe went past he swung his bamboo disk, thumping it against the Rahi’s nose. It flinched before roaring, and rampaging after him. Ramaka stared after him briefly, before hearing shouting. Quickly she jumped into the swamp, wadding over to Cemahri. Quickly she pressed the cloth to Cemahri’s infection, and the poison began to flush out of her body, forming a toxic cloud in the water. “How … how did you…” Gajaga struggled to speak as she held Cemahri tight. “We don’t have time to think about this, we need to get out of here, that Kraata could still be here, ready to poison her again, or one of us.” “R-right,” Gajaga nodded, cradling Cemahri in her arms. She began to wade through the swamp, with Ramaka returning to the trees. … Only a Toa had the power to fight a Tarakava head on. Their command of their element and their ability to harness their masks gave them the ability to take on the toughest beasts. Even Bohrok and Rahkshi fell before them. Kanohi was no Toa, just a Matoran of Iron who had visions and could grapple around the jungle with ease. Still he had fought again rampaging Rahi for centuries, he knew how to deal with them. Kanohi hung to a tree, waiting for the Tarakava to swing. As it punched him he grappled away, and its punch shattered the tree. Bits of debris smacking into the reptile, scratching up its chassis. “O-over here.” He called out, and the beast charged at him, thrusting out its fists. He hooked another tree as it rammed through the swamp, dodging as it hit the tree. The tree fell and smacked into its head, though the blow missed its mask. Kanohi grappled to another tree, before latching to another and hurtling away as the Tarakava smashed the tree to bits. He grappled besides the Tarakava and immediately launched away, dodging another fist. He grappling around the foe, circling it like a Nui-Rama around a Toa. It shifted through the swamp after him, but its treads could not pivot, and it stumbled on the roots and rocks of the marsh. He then suddenly hooked the beast and flew at it, smacking it in the head. It staggered and he leapt away right as it thrust its arm out, exploding a tree into splinters. It swung at him, but his Volo Lutu Launcher first, hurtling him out of reach among the trees. He was baiting it, and with each punch of a tree debris blew back into it. As it shattered another tree Kanohi launched onto another tree. He hung there, waiting as the beast charged. Infected mask or not, it was still an animal. The Tarakava punched at him, but he hooked a ball of gravity against its face. He flew over its fist, before wrenching off its infected mask. He hurled it into the swamp, before grappling over and stomping the mask. The mask cracked, even as the beast stumbled in a daze, its mind was clearing. It lurched about, confused how it had gotten here. Kanohi grappled away, flinging himself through the jungle canopy. As he tumbled he released a sigh he … he had not expected things to do that smoothly. But then as he slung across the marshland, he heard a cry. He swerved in midair and hooked a tree, heading towards the source of the cry. … “Stay back, Makuta-spawn,” demanded Gajaga, thrusting her spear at the Kraata. They were on a patch of mud, solid enough to stand above the water. The Kraata was hissing as the three Matoran stood in a patch of sunlight, enough to ward the Kraata off. The green slug hissed, the mud around it turning a sickly puke color. It paced about on its patch of shadow, trying to figure out how it could grow closer— Then there was a tumble as Kanohi landed besides them. He thrust out his lighter, and the slug flinched from the light. “Burn it, quickly.” “Not unless I can help it,” he said, waving his arm back and forth, aiming to ward off the beast. “It hurt Cemahri,” shouted Gajaga, grabbed his wrist and thrusting the vigilante’s lighter forward. Immediately the Kraata ignited, turning into a violent blaze. Noxious green fumes plumed off from it as it burnt to a crisp, and Kanohi kicked the slug away, into the swamp. “Fire-spitter,” Kanohi growled, before sighing, “now this patch of swamp will become toxic, it will be unsafe to dip your mask in the water for years.” “It needed to die.” “It did, but there are better ways to get rid of them,” Kanohi stood up, “you all alright? How is Cemahri holding up?” “Okay just … hurts,” moaned the Ga-Matoran, clutching her leg. “We need to get her to Toa Gali, she could cure the poison.” “But … of course,” Gajaga said, hoisting Cemahri onto her back. “Why did you leave into the swamp?” It looked like they packed heavy, tools, sleeping bags, maps, there was a lot of camping gear. “B-because this is our home. We don’t remember Metru-Nui, it’s just a story. Mata-Nui was our home, where we meet each other, where we grew. Where we … meet each other. We don’t know the first thing about the city, or living underground. It’s … it’s not our destiny.” He nodded, looking away, “I understand.” He said, and his wrists began to flap, his arms held out like a Tarakava ready to punch. But his posture wasn’t aggressive just … anxious. “You do?” “Of course. And does it hurt me that the Turaga lied for centuries. That the lies they used to keep most Matoran safe hurt the rest, and they found it acceptable. That when we came to them in confusion and fear, they lied more, to protect the rest. I … I had thought they thought higher of us.” “Would you want to stay here too?” “…What I want and what will happen are very different,” Kanohi sighed, “Duty calls us elsewhere, to the underground.” “But … that is the Duty the Turaga claim we have. What if they are lying?” “They mean to do what’s best for us.” “But you kn-know very well that’s what is best for the Matoran is not what is best for every Matoran. We are not just a monolithic people.” Ramaka stumbled, shrinking under his gaze, “some … some of us are broken. We don’t belong in Metru-Nui.” “…I understand,” he sighed, “I feel out of place in any Koro, let alone in some city I never traveled too. But first, let us return to Kini-Nui. Cemahri needs help recovering from the poison. And the other Matoran will need to know to avoid this stretch of swamp. The three other Matoran nodded, even Cemahri, and together they began to make their way through the tree, Kanohi grappling overhead. … Kanohi grappled across the camped village of Voka-Koro, reaching down to swipe up a fallen bamboo disk. “Um, over here,” a Ta-Matoran called out, avoiding his gaze. Kanohi hooked the ground besides the Matoran and landed besides the m, before handing over the disk. They curtsied in thanks, before reeling their arm back and throwing the disk again, aiming for a target dummy shaped like a Kraata. The small village held thirty seven Matoran, with Kanohi acting as their protector. In the treetops Matoran grappled with Volo Lutu Launchers they held in their hands, foraging food and resources from the jungle. Some wove flax into cloth, others cut bamboo into tools. A few worked to repair their hovercraft, which were made with large cabins to live in. Voya-Koro was mobile, hence the name. For the past month they have traveled about, foraging supplies from the old abandoned villages, having a tour of the island. He could hear laughter as Matoran discovered old adventures, old victories. As they traveled their hovercrafts were frequently rebuilt, the fleet’s ships growing bigger and bolder. “Your village is coming along quite nicely,” a shaky voice offered. Kanohi tensed up like a coiled spring, and did not answer. “I know you are still mad,” Turaga Vakama said as he appeared besides him. A Turaga could only use Noble masks like a Huna, but the Mask of Concealment still had its uses. The Turaga was using his Firestaff as a cane, though it’s flames were dwarfed by sunlight. “I understand why you did what you did. I might have even done the same in your position, though I would have been a very different Matoran then. But maybe I even would have been such a Matoran, before I lost my memories. And I know that had I known, I may have ventured below to help the Matoran underground. Could have enraged the Makuta, or just died. I understand. But all of that doesn’t undo that keeping our truths from us wasn’t cruel.” “We thought that if the Matoran were more organized, if things were simpler, they would be happier. And safer. We did not know how many would fall in the cracks.” “Least you don’t need to worry about us anymore.” He gestured to the nomadic village. Many of them had been outcasts in the old villages, considered freaks by their people. Some were the ‘wrong’ gender for their breed, some of them had strange urges for companionship, some had eccentricities, some were cross-wired. Few of them had ever belonged in their Koro, and now that the world was changing, they had clung to the only people who had been there for them. “I did not know our gulf was so deep.” “…I would not have stayed here if they did not need me.” And that was true. “…You and I do not always seem the exact same thing in our visions, but you must know, I have witnessed a new prophecy.” “The Bohrok?” Kanohi said simply. Instinctually his hand reached to his side, where one of his wooden masks covered his lighter. He winced at the gesture, and pulled his hand back, its wrist flapping with discomfort. “Yes. They will destroy Mata-Nui. Our war against them had only delayed the inevitable destruction of this island.” “I know. It’s why we travel in hovercraft. It’s not just to see the whole island, or to flee from Rahi. We will sail away from the island of Mata-Nui when that time of doom comes, we will find refuge in the open ocean.” “Are you so enrage at us that you would condemn yourself and these Matoran you protect to an eternity on the Endless Ocean?” Vakama’s voice trembled with exhaustion, and Kanohi’s fingers began to wiggle, an anxious energy sinking in. “No, but I have foreseen what happens when the Great Spirit will awaken. Only suffering will follow for the Matoran below. And the Matoran of Voka-Koro will stay here whether I stay or not, I know as much. All I can do is protect them, maybe guide them. And the Matoran suffering below … I could not protect them. I … a Brotherhood of Makuta is beyond me, I know that now.” “How could the Great Spirit awakening be anything but glad?” “…I see a giant machine towering above the Endless Ocean, eyes crimson with arrogance. I see the Matoran ruled by Rahkshi, the Turaga imprisoned in the Coluseum itself, and even the Toa Nuva forced to flee for their lives.” “How is it possible?” “I only tell you what my visions said. It may just be a metaphor.” He winced. He regretted that he had said that dig, deserved or not. “…I couldn’t tell you the truth. But … maybe I could have been less dismissive.” “I know many of the problems I faced you did too once,” Kanohi sighed, “for better or worse, the truth makes you seem less unreachable.” “Yes. I suppose I viewed Turaga Dume the same once,” he laughed, “I never fully learned the lessons I should have, even after a thousand years. And after the trouble we had with the fake disks, I inflected that kind of pain onto you? I failed you.” “…From the sounds of your stories, you did better that Turaga Dume and Lhikan. As long as we continue to do better for the next generation, we haven’t failed.” “Perhaps,” Vakama smiled wearily, “Maybe if we peer into the fire together, like old times, we could learn more.” “…Alright,” Kanohi nodded. If it would help the Matoran, that was most important. And he … he hated that he no longer could trust Vakama like he once had. He could still remember Naming Day, being honored that Vakama had appointed Kanohi his truth name, instead of just his masked identity. “Do you ever think you can forgive us?” “I have forgiven you. But there is a wall between us now, and there always will be. We will never be as close as we once were.” “I understand.” “How are things in Metru-Nui?” “Rebuilding continues. You could be a great help down there.” “I would, but the Matoran of Metru-Nui have seven Toa and seven Turaga. I can make a bigger difference here, among the Matoran who need it most.” “If the giant does rise, what then?” “I get my people to safety, then try to help all of you. Thank of us as a backup group of heroes, who will be there to save you in a ‘great rescue.’” Vakama smiler, “I noticed you listened to all my stories.” “Yes. And for the record, I have foreseen that our hovercrafts will make landfall one day. We will not wander the ocean forever.” “…We can send some supplies to you before then, masks and tools. Once we can make Kanoka again, we can send some your way. Dume would be resistant, he is not comfortable with you being out here, he wants to have the guards bring you back to Metru-Nui.” “I see why the Matoran bristle under him.” “Yes he … Metru-Nui was very different that Mata-Nui. More distant. And Dume would rather us Turaga maintain that distance.” Kanohi glanced at the Turaga. “Meaning?” “Turaga Dume … is used to announcing his decrees, and the Matoran listening. He has more experience that us, much more, but he has not lived among Matoran for a long time, and has not walked among them for millennia before the Makuta captured him.” The Fe-Matoran looked away, “Thank you, Turaga Vakama. If you can send us Kanoka, focus on disks of regeneration, freezing, and remove poison. Those should satisfy our needs. But don’t worry about powered masks, they would be wasted on us. The Toa Nuva and Takanuva, and your Turaga could use them more.” “I know, do not fear,” Vakama laughed, “And just in case your people ever need to know, a Kiril can be made with a regeneration disk. It’s fairly simple to make. Level seven is a Noble Kiril. Level eight would become a Great Mask.” “That’s good. If you can gives us tablets on how to make Kanoka and masks, it might be good to have that knowledge, just in case.” “Yes. Forming a Kanoka is not easy, they were only invented fairly recently. Well, recently in the history of Metru-Nui. But I would be happy to share that with you, late though it would be.” Kanohi looked up as drums began to pound. He looked towards the source of the beating, listening in. “A Rahi is approaching from the west,” he said as the thunder of music continued, “I need to handle this.” “Very well. Good luck.” Kanohi nodded before hooking a tree, and hurtling through the air. He grappling through the trees, launching himself among the branches past the parked convoy. In the distance he could hear a roar, maybe a Muaka? Their jaws were powerful, their claws too, but he knew how to tire one out. The vigilante protector of Voya-Koro hurtling forward, passing the waving Matoran of the village. He catapulted through the forest of Le-Wahi, hurtling through the many trees of Mata-Nui, his beloved island home.
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Hello there. First time posting here, though a small number of you might know about me - I was that guy selling those pink Stormer helmets a while back. I've decided to post here myself because I don't want to overwork the poor @Mask Hunter Lewa :V. I've recently put my Wild Kraata on sale (they're on my Bricklink account if you're interested in checking them out: https://store.bricklink.com/Highbrow98#/terms ) and discovered that one of them doesn't fit any of the existing variants. Previously, I believed that's a Kraata of Slowness, but I was mistaken. It's entirely Medium Blue with a thin layer of silver covering most of the head and tail. Lewa, who lives in the same country, has one like it too. We've done some research and came up with nothing. A user here said that it's propably a Guurahk Kraata, but missing the Sand Blue component of Metallic Blue - resulting in a Silver/Medium Blue variant. As mentioned above, I've decided not to collect Kraata and part with what I have. But I have no idea how much to ask for this misprint. There's no (easily found) record of one like it ever being sold and so far we know of only two existing pieces. So I came here looking for offers. May list it on ebay later, I don't know. This one's mine: And this one's Lewa's, for reference: https://imgur.com/xotLDiZ https://imgur.com/hij3BBp https://imgur.com/2LQlaWz
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Hey Guys, I´m looking for a Trans Orange Kraata (TOK). I´m willing to pay for it, but I also have about 60 spare wild Kraata for trade/sell. In addition to that I´m seeking the Promo CD-ROM´s that came with the Rahkshi sets. I can upload / add a list of Kraata tomorrow - until now I didn´t sort them Hit me up with offers! Greetings, Khmer
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NOTE, 4/2/2019: 2001 watch and a very large number of Kraata have been reserved! If you want Kraata, check quickly before the remaining few go! Hello all -- I am looking for a few rare items, as well as looking to sell or trade some of my BIONICLE collection! Primarily, I am seeking collectibles and offering an array of Kraata and BIONICLE-branded merchandise, but please ask if you are interested in specific parts or masks not listed; my collection is in no way complete, but extensive for a casual collector (LOTS of Tohunga/McDonalds Matoran parts, various masks, etc.). My biggest objective is the full set of 2006 Nestle BIONICLE spinners. Example images of them can be viewed here as well as here; they are throwing stars with one Technic pin hole at their top, and came packaged with a paperboard "opponent". I own the Reidak spinner and associated Inika Nuparu card -- I would be looking to buy or trade for any or all of them, including duplicates of that one, but especially the other five. I am also seeking Kraata of all kinds. The empty squares on this chart plus Stage 2 and 6 Guurahk, Stage 3 and 6 Turahk, and Stage 5 Shadow Kraata are what I am most interested in, but I will trade or pay for any Kraata! As such, I am offering Kraata in kind (more or less). I've listed them below with head color followed by tail color; S1 = Stage 1, etc. Rahkshi Kraata are the most well-represented, but there are plenty of Wild Kraata too! Lastly, I am interested in just about any Mata-era mask, especially any misprint or prototype (excluding white Noble Ruru). Please let me know if you have any that you are willing to trade/sell! Happy browsing... Rahkshi Kraata: $0.90 each, $8 for 10 PearlLtGold/Red (Fear): 2x S4 MetalGreen/LimeGreen (Poison): 2x S1, 2x S3, 1x S4, 4x S5 2x S5, 2x S6 PearlDkGrey/LtGrey (Hunger): FULL SET AVAILABLE -- 1x S1, 3x S2, 1x S3, 4x S4 2x S4, 3x S5, 1x S6 PearlDkGold/Tan (Fragmentation): 4x S4 3x S4 Pearl/White (Anger): 3x S1 2x S1, 2x S2, 1x S4 Purple (Shadow-Kraata): 1x S1 Wild Kraata: $2 each, $18.50 for 10 Black/Orange (Heat Vision): 7x S1 4x S1, 2x S2, 5x S4 2x S4, 2x S6 Orange/Black (Magnetism): 1x S1 Red/Black (Power Scream): 2x S1 Yellow/Black (Insect Control): 3x S1, 1x S2, 4x S4 1x S4, 3x S5, 1x S6 PearlLtGold/Black (Plant Control): 1x S4, 2x S6 PearlLtGold/Yellow (Darkness): 1x S4 MetalGreen/Red (Teleportation): 1x S1, 1x S2 Green/MetalGreen (Density Control): 2x S2 Tan/Green (Ice Resistance): 1x S2, 1x S6 MetalBlue/PearlDkGrey (Stasis Field): 2x S2 Pearl/MetalBlue (Slowness): 1x S1 MetalGreen/PearlDkGrey (Weather Control): 1x S4 Other Merchandise: $10: 2001-2003 era BIONICLE early wristwatch (Unity, Duty, Destiny logo, silver face, red/brown/green/black band) $20: 2002 Cahdok and Gahdok original box (slightly worn edges and corners, but never flattened) $9: 2002 Bohrok Awake trading cards, McDonalds promotional pack (new, sealed!) $10: 2002-2003 Pohatu Nuva buildable ballpoint pen (includes detachable Kakama Nuva in brown, 4 extra add-on pen segments)$5.50 each, $27 for the set: All six 2003 Rahkshi mini-CDs (Turahk, Guurahk, Lerahk, Vorahk, Panrahk, Kurahk)$30: 2003 Red (Turahk) Rahkshi shoes, US size 4Y. (No Transparent Orange Kraata included, sorry!) $9: 2003 Rahkshi wristwatch (includes Vorahk and Lerahk heads plus extra silver outer ring; no manual, sorry!) $35: 2004 Toa Metru Whenua Colgate electric toothbrush (new, sealed! permanent marker scribbles and small price tag on packaging back) $10: 2004 sealed bags #2, #4 from Krekka (white front has some dings, but definitely sealed) $9: 2006 Nestle Avak, set 6997 (reddish brown figure, transparent neon orange disc, and bright light orange/Keetorange launcher) $0.90 each, $4.30 for the set: 2006 Vezok cardboard discs, 6x (like new but with a couple of faint scratches -- from the McDonalds figure) $2.50: 2007 Mantax McDonalds figure (working light-up eyes, no extra accessories)$20: 2007 Karzahni original box (slightly crushed front, but no price sticker and never flattened)$20: 2009 Ackar watch (new, sealed!) $25: 2009 Skopio XV-1 original box (front opened, top side faded, but otherwise almost pristine) $1.25: 2009 Tarix original can (used but with no issues) $18: 2009 Tarduk "Glatorian" T-shirt, white, size XL Non-BIONICLE things for sale/trade: $8.50: Nexo Knights promotional polybag (Shop@Home offer) $50: 1999 Electro Throwbot/Energy Slizer (new, sealed!! upper left front of box is slightly dented near picture window) $7: 2002 Nick Bluetooth McDonalds buildable figure (new, sealed! bag is softer than regular LEGO polybag material and shows some wear) $69: 2002 Darth Vader, set 8010 (new! box top flap unsealed, but parts new inside, sealed bags) $5.25: 2015 Doctor Who (LEGO Ideas) original box (great shape, opened as display box but never used otherwise) $21: 2005 Star Wars 7260 Wookiee Catamaran original box (great shape, includes original inserts/minifig display plastic) ~ ~
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Hey all! I've got another round of stuff up for sale! Lots of new items (including ANOTHER 5-hole Kraahkan AND a pearl gold Visorak shell!) and plenty to look over. Mostly interested in selling, but would be open to trading for rarer collectibles - feel free to ask. I am located in the USA and will ship domestically and internationally via USPS - just be aware that international shipping from the US is not cheap (minimum for even a few ounces is about $14 USD). Feel free to message me with your preferred shipping address for an estimate. All transactions will be made through PayPal. THE GOODS (all prices in USD): Click on thumbnails for larger photos Kanohi Mata Haus and Kaukaus ~ $5.00 each Kakamas ~ $3.00 each Akakus and Pakaris ~ $2.50 each Gold & Silver Kanohi Gold ~ $4.50 each Silver ~ $2.50 each Kanohi Nuva ~ $2.50 each Noble Kanohi Hunas ~ $2.75 each Raus, Komaus and Rurus ~ $2.00 each Mahikis ~ $1.50 each Matatus ~ $3.25 each Semi-Rares Vahis ~ $8.50 each Copper Hunas (US version) ~ $2.50 each Shadow & Wild Kraata ~ $1.50 each Bohrok Kal CDs ~ $5.00 each RARES Noble Misprints ~ $14.00 each 5-hole Kraahkan ~ $75 Pearl Gold Visorak Vohtarak/Kahgarak Shell ~ $75 Other Kanohi Dark Blue Ruru ~ $10.00 each Lime Faxon ~ $2.00 Dk Red Jutlin (Jetrax) ~ $5.00 2015 Masks ~ $1.00 each Krana ~ $0.50 each (all not pictured, if looking for something specific PM me and I'll check) Tohunga ~ $4.00 each complete, $3.00 incomplete, parts $0.50 each Thanks for looking! Please feel free to PM me with any questions or offers.
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Hi all! Back at it with another rare item auction! This time I've got a trans-orange kraata, exclusive to the Rahkshi shoes from Nike. As you know these are quite rare and hard to find! The kraata is right out of the shoe it came in, and doesn't look to have been played with. No cuts, rips, bends, or distortions. Some tiny fringes of plastic from the moulding process on a few edges. Please see all photos below, and if you'd like more just let me know! On to the auction! Rules: This sale will be in auction format.The auction begins at the time of this posting, and will end after approximately 48 hours have passed since the previous bid was made, i.e. after 48 hours of inactivity. Please bid by leaving a comment with your bid amount on this thread. Bids by PM will not be accepted and I will refer you to the comments if you PM me.The starting bid will be $28.00 USD.Please make bids in USD, and do not bid up by any less than $1.00 USD.You may bid as many times as you like.I will post the winning bid and bidder in the comments after the auction ends. Bidding remains open until I post this comment, even if 48 hours have passed. I will try to post the winner as soon after the 48-hour window as possible. Payment/Shipping: PayPal is my preferred method of payment.The item will be shipped from Seattle, Washington, USA.Shipping within the United States will cost of around $3.00. I am fully willing to ship internationally, just know that the costs will be higher. I will be happy to provide international shipping quotes upon request. Thanks, and good luck bidding!
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Here's an imgur link of the items I have for sale: http://imgur.com/a/Yi6dJ Prices are in USD. Please post a comment or send a message if you wish to speak about something! Sterling silver Krana-Kal SSKK: $2000 White metal Krana-Kal WMKK (x2): $175 each - BOTH SOLD Vacuum metal Krana-Kal VMKK: Xa-$250, Ca-$200 Full set of Mata Kanohi: $200 Full set of Noble Kanohi: $70 Full set of Krana: $120 Full set of Nuva Kanohi: $200 Full set of 259 Kraata: $800 NYCC Tahu mask: $25 Misprint kraata: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ make me an offer 23 sealed kraata tubs: $3 each - SOLD I ship from Canada and ship everywhere. Thanks for looking!
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This post will be updated with new sale items and prices periodically, so check back frequently! UPDATE HISTORY: 2/11/17 HUGE Update! 12/13/16 Posting Updated 11/17/16 Initial Posting Hey everyone! I've got LOTS of stuff for sale this time around! Mostly looking to sell, but would definitely be interested in trade offers for rarer kanohi and collectibles! I ship from the US but will ship internationally if buyer is willing to pay higher shipping costs. All transactions will be made through PayPal. Message me with your preferred shipping address for shipping cost estimates! The goods (all prices in USD): Kanohi Gold Kanohi Mata ~ $4.50 each Silver Kanohi Mata ~ $2.50 each Kraahkan and Avohkiis ~ $6.00 each Toa (New!) Haus ~ $7.00 each Miru (red) ~ $5.00 Kaukaus ~ $4.00 each Kakamas ~ $3.25 each Pakaris & Akakus ~ $2.50 each Kanohi Nuva ~ $2.50 each Noble (New!) Matatus, Raus, and Rurus ~ $3.00 each Hunas ~ $2.50 each Komaus & Mahikis ~ $2.00 each Vahis ~ $7.00 each Shadow Kraata ~ $1.50 each Copper Hunas (US version) ~ $5.00 each (New!) Misprints Black Matatu ~ $20 White Ruru ~ $20 each Krana $0.50 each Buy 6 or more for $0.40 each! Tohunga (New!) No disk, $5.00 each Add disk, $6.00 each (New!) Sets (Verified 100% Complete, no instructions/packaging, unless otherwise noted) Full Set of 6 Toa Nuva OR Mata ~ $55 Full Set of 6 Toa Metru ~ $40 Vezon & Fenrakk (no cape) ~ $32 Cahdok & Gahdok ~ $75 Manas ~ $85 Nui-Rama ~ $25 Nui-Jaga ~ $25 I also have TONS of random spare parts, as well as several other complete sets (Toa, Bohrok/Bohrok-Kal, Rahkshi, Visorak), so if you're after something specific feel free to ask!! Comment or PM with any questions or offers. Thanks for viewing!! -Sam
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Hi i am selling off a considerable portion of my Bionicle Collection in order to fund stuff for my University Course. I would appreciate any purchases and take advantage of some of the rare items on this list! FIRST COME FIRST SERVED! Note: All sets and parts are in great condition and include all parts (unless stated otherwise) If prices are not to your liking i am open to a partial discount for a large order or may include shipping in price! Just Ask! If you have ay particular set requests let me know and i may have it somewhere! Collectibles WMKK £200 (INCLUDING Velvet Bag and Card Certificate of Authentication!) My Kraata collection of around 110 pieces (marked red on photo at the bottom) including TOK and Shadow kraata £200 NYCC Mask of Fire £50 SDCC Skull Scorpio Mask £35 SOLD Gold Kulta Mask polybag £8 (opened, but in great condition, all parts/papers/pieces included plus original bag) SOLD Misprint Blue Matatu £15 Misprint Brown Ruru £15 PROTOTYPE Jalla Tohunga £60 All Rhotuka (no Bley Rhotuka) £16 My extra Krana Collection MOST ARE NOW SOLD Books Saga of Takanuva EU release Comic book £7 Sets Misc. Exo Toa £18 Purple Nui Jaga £10 Boxor £13 2005 Keetongu £14.50 Sidorak £14.50 Toa Norik £12.50 2006 Thok £6 Avak £6 Zaktan £6 Matoro £6 Nuparu £6 Vezok £6 Hakann £6 2007 Matoro £6 Caraper £6 Takadox £6 Jaller £6 Hahli £6 Nocturne £15 Kharzahni £40 (including with matoran and trap but NO CAPE) 2008 Takanuva £35 Mezeka £15 Lewa £7 Tahu £7 Pohatu £7 Bitil £7 Gorast £7 Krika £7 Antroz £7 Vultraz £12 Av Matoran £18 (all 6) 2009 Tarix £7 Gresh £7 Cendox v1 £13 Stronius £7 2015 Tahu £12 Pohatu £6 Lewa £8 Gali £10 Onua £10 Ekimu (just figure) £6 LOSS £8 POJ £5 POF £5 POS £5 POE £5 1 Skull Spider 50p (ask for color and how many) 2016 Onua £12 Gali £8 Tahu £11 Umerak £13 Uxar £5 Akida £5 Ikir £5 SUB NOTE: If you would like instructions/boxes please let me know to check if i have them. As this going to inflate package size the price will go up after that.
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hello all. as the topic title says, I am looking for kraata and krana-kal for trades. any colour and type in appreciated. to trade: black pakari blue akaku tngm lego figures
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!UPDATED! Hi! So, as you may have noticed, BZP member Mask Collector is selling few of his rare items, but they are... Well, expensive. I love my collection, but I know that Im gonna be able to reaquire these in in future, in difference from those misprints that MC is selling. I know that prices are little bit high, but I need a money. RULES: Let´s consider this as auction. Min raising bid is 1$. Please note that if Im not gonna work out a sale with MC, there is not gonna be any sale of my items. Exp: You can bid on whatever you want, until Ill work out a sale with MC, Then, Ill expect you to send money to my Paypal and Ill send the items. If Im not gonna be able to work out a sale with MC, then there is not gonna be any sale, sorry I also do have a minimum price for which I want to sell the items, if the bid is not gonna meet my min price, then there is also not gonna be any sale, but Im willing to negotiate on this. So, let´s start with bootlegs: BOOTLEGS SOLD I have full sets too, but they don´t have packaging and have loose balljoints and are easy to break, so I don´t think anyone would want them. Now, official Lego items: http://wetakepic.com/image/vZ92 Full set of Shadow Kraata (2x) Starting bid: 25$ (For 1 full set) http://wetakepic.com/image/vZ95 Disc of Time and Metru blue Ruru (2004 version) Starting bid: 5$ for Disc and 20$ for the Ruru http://s33.postimg.org/fb5ba2y7z/0002817.jpg (Almost) Full set of Krana-Kal. (2x) Missing ones are crossed out. Starting bid: 100$ (For 1 almost full set) http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Ehthak/forsale/shield.jpeg Prototype/Misprint black Skrall shield. (8x) Starting bid: 10$ (For 1) MORE COMING SOON!!! (If you think that some prices are more than a bearable amount for you, or you want to hear minimum selling price as you are bored from bidding, PM me, I think that we can make a deal )
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I reeled back as the Kraata jumped on my mask. My eyes closed automatically, shielding themselves. I felt a liquid flowing down my mask, and a slight burning sensation. Soon, my head began to go numb. I grabbed desperately for the Kraata, but my head continued to numb. I felt all my desires to fight fade, and eventually I fell over, passing out on the spot. I don't remember any of the little details I normally would, after I woke up. I can only remember feeling the sudden desire to obey. A voice continued to echo in my mind. Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL. I couldn't fight the voice, and I suddenly felt the urge to walk forward, out of the cave. The normally bright light was dimmed, looking more like a dull green, than a bright white. Stumbling out of the cave, I took a look around. The closest Matoran village was beyond the trees directly outside the cave. All my inner instincts were screaming at me to stop, but the voice continued to control me. I stumbled my way through the forest, but I couldn't remember much beyond this point. The most I could recover was walking into the village, and a few matoran starting to wave at my return, but soon running away. The next memory was looking at a dead body of a Ta-Matoran, who had been apparently stabbed. The last thing I could remember for a while was seeing the village from afar on fire. I woke up again at the cave, once more, this time on my knees. The voice had stopped, but I still felt the innate desire to obey. I looked up, and saw a towering figure above me. He seemed to be made of pure shadow, as he constantly shifted slightly in shape. He laughed, and then removed my mask from my face. To my surprise, it was completely rusted, and looked old. He played with the mask a bit, before crushing it in his hands, and throwing the pieces at the wall next to me. I felt weak, and almost defenseless, without my mask. He chuckled, and then grabbed me by the neck, and slowly squeezed. My eyes began to close, as the air was choked out of me. I then felt my neck being let go, and a falling sensation, followed by the sound of leaves rustling, and black.
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Hey guys, I finally took the time to get some scans of the old flyers that I kept from back in the day. These were usually stacked in the Bionicle cardboard displays some toy shops had. I firstly wanted to share the ones I got my hands on, but I also ask you guys to share yours if you have any additional ones that I never saw They seem to be fairly rare nowadays, I haven't seen anyone else post anything about them Enjoy! Kraata Rahkshi Bohrok Kal 2003 Booklet Link to Imgur album: http://imgur.com/a/bNMfK