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Lesovikk's Dream | Fan Animation
Inactive Account posted a topic in Fan Created MediaJust a short fan animation of Lesovikk's dream. Enjoy! (Motion Capture is so fun!) Software: Stud.io, Blender, VR Mocap Studio, Steam VR Equipment: 7 Vive Trackers, 2 Index Controllers
What is your favorite Toa of air?
Petewa posted a topic in Bionicle DiscussionFigured since there was one for ice, might as well start a topic about the Le-Toa, I personally find them all enjoyable, and have no favorite.
Name Of The FIrst Toa Team
Erebus posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & TheoriesGreg Farshtey has approved the idea that: EDIT: Good catch on the "All but the..." part!
Monster - Lesovikk's Short Story
joev14 posted a topic in Short StoriesAlright guys. I've come back from the dead, and for the first time in almost a year and a half, I've actually sat down and written something Bionicle-related. Ironically, this short story was the one I was most eager to write back when I planned them out, and after writing it, I have to say, I loved doing it. So, may I present to you, after an eternity of delay, the sixth of eight short stories: Monster. Monster “Wow! Look at this place!” The Le-Matoran gazed up at the massive tree that marked the entrance to a leafy green jungle. Lesovikk chuckled. “Don’t wander too far little one. Where would we be without our Chronicler?” Mythor barely paid attention to Lesovikk’s words; he was too busy gaping at all the vines he might be able to climb in order to reach the tops of the trees. Lesovikk exchanged looks with Reltas, a Toa of stone, and his deputy. A week ago, the island of Deconia had been attacked by a swarm of strange Rahi called Bohrok. While Lesovikk and his team had managed to defeat these Rahi and save the Matoran, they hadn’t been successful in saving their homes. The Bohrok had terraformed the island into a barren wasteland, to the point that the damage was irreparable. Lesovikk and his team had been sent to locate an inhabitable island for the Matoran to stay. So far, they had been successful in locating five different areas on the island capable of supporting a group of Matoran. Now all that was left was to scout the jungle. Lesovikk turned to Reltas. “Mythor and I will survey the trees from above; you get a lay of the land from below.” The Toa of Stone nodded, and Lesovikk leapt into the air, propelling his body upwards, where he landed on a thick branch. Mythor readjusted his satchel, and followed Lesovikk, albeit at a much slower pace. The Le-Matoran gazed up at the treetops. He reached a hand upwards’ it felt as though he could almost touch the sky, if only he were a little taller. He turned his attention back to what lay ahead. He had lost sight of Lesovikk. He spotted a branch ahead of him. He had seen Lesovikk go around it, but it if he used it, it would allow him to catch up with the Toa. He took a step back, it looked a bit thin, but surely it could hold the weight of a Matoran. He took a running leap, and jumped towards the branch. As he landed on it, he heard a crack, followed by a rush of air below his feet. He flailed his arms, searching for a vine, or a branch, anything that he could use to stop his rapid decent, but his arms only met the wind. He felt his back crash through leaves, and a moment later he hit the ground. The force of the impact dislodged his mask, and felt as though it wanted to take his head with it. Mythor slowly got to his feet. He hadn’t just hit the jungle floor; he had fallen through loose soil and into a cave below. As he fumbled for his Kanohi, he took note of his surroundings. Aside from the thin shaft of light coming down from the hole he had fallen through, the cave was completely pitch black. No, wait. He could see a dim yellow glow to his left. He finally managed to locate his Komau, and he placed it back on his face. That was strange; the yellow light was coming closer. No, it wasn’t just one light, it was actually two. Two bright yellow dots. They almost looked like…eyes. Mythor took a step backwards. The lights came closer. Mythor kept inching his way backwards, and let out a gasp as the yellow lights met with the light from above. For a moment, he saw a tread, a claw, and a flash of yellow. Then, it was once again completely shrouded in darkness. Only the two yellow dots marked its position, steadily coming closer. Mythor felt his back brush up against the wall, he had nowhere left to go; there was nowhere he could hide. ** Lesovikk froze as he heard a scream. There was no mistaking it, it belonged to the Chronicler. The Toa of Air took off in the direction of the scream. As he tore through the brush, he met up with Reltas. “Where’s the Chronicler?!” Lesovikk exclaimed frantically. The Toa of Stone activated his Arthron, using its sonar abilities to detect the Le-Matoran. Reltas pointed to the right. “He’s over here!” Lesovikk took off in the direction he had pointed and Reltas followed closely behind. The two Toa came to a sudden halt as they reached a hole in the ground. Lesovikk hesitated, trying to judge the distance to the bottom, then he leapt into the pit. As he landed, he scanned the room. His eyes widened; there was a flash of movement, but for a moment, he could see a massive creature, a being that looked as though it had come straight from his worst nightmares. It resembled a huge crab; it was black, with two cold, emotionless yellow eyes. Before Lesovikk could so much as lift a finger, the creature had vanished into the darkness. Lesovikk whirled around as he heard a groan on the other side of the cavern. It was Mythor. He rushed to the Chronicler’s side, and his eyes widened as he saw the Le-Matoran. His armor was horribly disfigured. His arm was twisted, his leg was crushed, and his mask lay on the ground, shattered into a hundred pieces. As Lesovikk cradled the body of the dead Matoran in his arms, he spotted something on the ground. On the ground lay Mythor’s chisel. Beside it, he could see something etched into the stone floor. It was crude, but Lesovikk managed to make it out. It was a single word: Manas; the Matoran word for Monster. As Lesovikk turned and gazed in the direction of the tunnel the creature had retreated in to, he felt that the word was very fitting. Only a Manas could do this. ------- So, thoughts? I know it's been forever since I posted, so if you're just reading this now and are interested in reading my first five short stories, you can find them in my signature!
Brothers (Memoirs of the Dead)
Wordmeister posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & TheoriesThis is my entry in the Memoirs of the Dead contest. Brothers The green Toa darts right, swinging his blade towards me. I easily block then flip his blade out of his grasp. He quickly recovers, and blasts me with a torrent of wind. I dodge out of the way and fire my Zamor Launcher, knocking my adversary down. He quickly jumps back to his feet. I’m not sure who this Toa is, but I know one thing: he is good. Almost too good. He calls upon his elemental power to bring his sword to him. I fire my launcher again, forcing him to dodge and breaking his concentration. The blade drops to the ground. As I charge the Toa, I call upon my elemental power to bring his blade to me. It flies from the ground and into my hand. He responds quickly, blasting me with a wall of Air that knocks me off my feet. As he approaches, I ready myself. He is almost on top of me when I launch myself at him, smashing into his chest feet-first. When the dust clears, I am standing atop my adversary with the two blades crossed across his neck, ready to behead him at a moment’s notice. “What is your name?” I ask. “Lesovikk,” he replies. “Well, Lesovikk,” I say. “You certainly have promise. I would be willing to help you hone your skills, if you like.” The Toa of Air stares at me. “Now why would I need your help? I’m a veteran Toa, you’re just a rookie.” I laugh. “You think a rookie would know how to pin you like this?” “I guess not,” he replies. “But I still don’t think I can learn anything from you.” “Have it your way,” I say, though I do not release him. He gives me a questioning look. “Well?” he asks. “Aren’t you going to release me?” “And let you attack me from behind? Do you take me for a fool?” Lesovikk appears thoughtful. “If I promise to let you ‘hone my skills’, will you let me go?” I nod and step off him. Lesovikk climbs to his feet and stretches. Then he turns to me. “Where are we going to go?” he asks. “To a place I know,” I reply. We walk for about ten minutes, with Lesovikk following me. “Hey,” he calls. I turn towards him. “You never told me your name.” “Jovan,” I respond. “Toa Jovan.” *** We soon reach the cave that I have in mind, and we enter. Lesovikk is holding his blade rather tightly, as I had returned it to him before we arrived. I find his behavior curious, though I think it best not to ask. As we near the center of the cave, the light increases. We then enter the central chamber. Lesovikk’s eyes widen in awe, for the chamber is a sight to behold. Sunlight shines through the holes in the roof at odd angles and reflects off the crystals lodged in the walls. The floor is smooth, as are the walls and roof, and a stream crosses the chamber in its center. We walk to the center of the chamber. I turn to Lesovikk. “Will this do for a training area?” I ask. Lesovikk nods, still dumbstruck by the beauty of the chamber. “Then we shall begin.” I lunge at Lesovikk, who barely manages to bring his blade up to block. I feint right and swing at his head. Suddenly I am thrown backwards by a blast of air, and my blade the slides to the side, out of my reach. Lesovikk raises his blade and prepares to impale me. I activate my Kanohi Kadin and fly between his legs, knocking the Toa of Air off balance. I use my powers to call my blade to me then charge Lesovikk. My opponent calls up a windstorm, which follows me around the chamber. I am able to stay ahead of it, though it keeps me from reaching Lesovikk. I need to formulate another strategy. Then it comes to me. I use my power to yank Lesovikk’s sword out of his hand. He loses his concentration and the storm disappears. I now angle my body so that I am aiming directly at the Toa of Air. I find myself on the ground, pinned by Lesovikk. The Toa has somehow jumped onto my back and forced me to the ground. “Nice one,” I comment. “It’s what I do,” Lesovikk replies. “Get used to it.” Over the next few weeks we continue to train, growing stronger every day. Our friendship also grows, and our trust in one another is strengthened. We spend our nights sitting in the central chamber, or trekking through the nearby forest. It is during one of out walks that Lesovikk tells me of his team. He tells me about the many adventures they had, fighting off rahi, protecting villages. He told about their personalities and traits.Tonight was the first night I had ever seen Lesovikk smile, and he looks so much better when he does. He moves on to the encounter with the Zyglak. He shudders as he remembers his fatal mistake, his hesitation, and sorrow engulfs him. I am deeply moved by my comrade’s story. It expands my view of the world. I help him back to the chamber and we rest. *** Today we practice melee combat. Lesovikk seems to have recovered, but I cannot be sure. Better to play it safe. As we practice, a messenger Gukko arrives. It is from the nearby village that we have often visited. I read the note aloud and gasp. It says the village was under attack. We grab our gear and charge through the forest. Smoke is rising in the distance. We arrive to find the village burning. Zyglak prowl the streets. Lesovikk stands still, seemingly scared out of his wits. I realize why and panic. We will both need to work together to defend the village. “Lesovikk!” I whisper. “Pull yourself together! These Matoran need you.” Something lights up in Lesovikk’s eyes. He pulls out his blade and prepares to charge. I join him. Together we charge into the village. The Zyglak appear surprised, as they probably were not expecting Toa to arrive. We slice through the first wave and proceed forward. The others notice us and attack. We fend them off easily, but they keep coming. I see a gap in the sea of enemies, and charge it. I burst into a small clearing, with a lone Zyglak standing in the middle. The Zyglak is tall, ugly, and completely black. He is despicable, in my opinion. I ready myself to fight. The sound of battle disappears, and I know Lesovikk has entered the clearing. I am just about to address my comrade when he gasps. “You,” Lesovikk snarls. The black Zyglak chuckles. “So you remember me,” he says. “I was hoping you’d come. I tried to warn my minions that you would be coming, but the idiotic fools forgot.” Lesovikk stares at the black Zyglak, whom I have decided to call ‘Black’. The Zylgak returns his stare, and the two become locked in a face off. Lesovikk charges Black, who easily blocks his strike. The two are now locked in a fierce struggle, and either side could win. “I will not let you harm these Matoran,” Lesovikk snarls. “They will not be butchered like my team.” Black makes no response; instead he swings his blade at Lesovikk’s head, though the Toa dodges. I am so fixated on the fight I do not notice the Zyglak sneaking up behind me. Just before he impales me on his blade, I spin around and strike him with the flat of my blade, and he crumples to the ground. This causes the horde to scream in outrage, and they rush at me. I know that I must keep them from Lesovikk, as he is not skilled enough to take them all on at once. I defeat Zyglak after Zyglak, but there seems to be no end to their ranks. I continue to defend my comrade, but I know I cannot keep this up forever. Just as I am about to collapse from exhaustion, the Zyglak stop fighting, staring behind me in amazement. I turn to see Lesovikk yank his sword out of Black’s chest, and the latter collapses, now just a lifeless corpse. “That’s for my team,” he growls. I turn to find the Zyglak horde retreating, helpless and aimless without their leader. As soon as they leave the village, the Matoran run out of their huts to thank us for our actions. We allow them to thank us, and then we return to the chamber. *** It is now one day after our battle with the Zyglak, and Lesovikk appears troubled. “What is the matter brother?” I ask. “I must go on,” the green Toa replies. “I have other friends I must find.” I nod and reach into my pack. I pull out a Cordak Blaster and hand it to Lesovikk. “This is for you,” I say. “You have earned it.” Lesovikk graciously accepts the gift, then turns to go. He pauses for a moment and turns back to me. He nods his head in my direction, and I return the gesture. Then Lesovikk turns, and disappears over the horizon. *** I, Lesovikk, happened upon this journal of Jovan’s on my way to Mahri Nui and felt obligated to add something. I have always looked fondly back on those weeks we spent together, and have even placed the Cordak Blaster he gave me on my sea sled. It serves as a reminder of my dead brother, who helped shape me into the Toa I am today. Author: DeltaStriker Protagonist: Jovan Word Count: 1,601 Edit 1: This first edit added the second ***. I made no changes to the story itself. Edit 2: This next edit added the final paragraph (With permission) Edit 3: No changes to story, just formatting fixes.
Chronicles of Toa Jalokim
MaksDudekVA posted a topic in EpicsSynopsis A Toa of Fire who served in the Toa-Dark Hunter War has his entire life change when he becomes a member of a secret Toa Hagah team for a mutinous Makuta. Chapter One: Duty Lesovikk walked through the jungle of the island. To be quite honest, he knew close to nothing about his location. All he knew was that he was on some remote southern island which had no use to anyone. The perfect place to be exiled. Lesovikk thought to himself. “Hey you! Toa!” The voice came from behind Lesovikk. Whoever it was, he couldn’t have been addressing Lesovikk, for Lesovikk was no Toa, or so he believed. The voice came again. This time louder. “You! The one in the green armor! Over here!” Lesovikk turned around. Who would possibly want me? I am no Toa! If I couldn`t save one life, how could I protect hundreds of Matoran? “I am no Toa, you must be looking for someone else.” Lesovikk replied to the stranger. When Lesovikk actually got a good look at the stranger, he recognized him as a Toa of fire. An extremely loud one, at that. He wore a red Hau, and had a gold Hue. He carried a unique fire sword. “Well, you certainly look the part of a Toa! Opps, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Jalokim, Toa of fire, at your service.” The stranger said. The Toa seemed cheerful, but his facial expression had the look of sadness. Something terrible had happened. “Jalokim. I can tell something is troubling you, what did I miss?” Lesovikk replied. Jalokim’s smile turned to a frown. “You don’t know? Where have you been? Come, I’ll tell you somewhere we can rest.” With that, Jalokim gestured deeper into the jungle. Eventually they found a few rocks they could sit on and talk. Jalokim explained that he had just fought in a war. Not just any war, but the Toa-Dark Hunter war. He explained that the war started when the Dark Hunters wanted to secure a base in Metru Nui, but when Turaga Dume refused, the Shadowed One sent an army of Dark Hunters to take it by force. However, one of the Toa protecting the island managed to slip past the army and get about two-hundred Toa to come help. Jalokim was one of those two-hundred. After suffering heavy casualties, and Jalokim losing the leader of his Toa team, one Toa named Nidhiki ended the war when he betrayed the Toa to the Dark Hunters. However, Lhikan, leader of the Toa legion, saw this and had a counter-ambush for the Dark Hunter’s ambush. The Dark Hunters were able to leave peacefully, as long as they took Nidhiki with them. “So that’s the story. But just a quick question, why weren’t you there?” Jalokim asked me. “The answer is simple, I am not a Toa.” “Hmph. You didn’t need to be a Toa to help out.” “If I hesitated for one second in that war, I would have failed my brother Toa and get them killed. That’s why I didn’t help out. I’m not worthy to be a Toa.” Jalokim didn’t seem convinced. I asked him why he came to this island. Toa don’t come here for no reason. “That’s a funny story, actually. I received a message from a Makuta stating that he needs a team of Toa to protect him, and I was chosen to lead the team. Turns out that there is a Makuta positioned at every island. And the one I’ve been assigned to rules this island. But enough about me, what about you? What brings you here?” “Toa are supposed to protect others. Since I can’t do that, I came to a place where I can’t cause any more harm.” “I couldn’t save my brother Toa, but did I give up on saving others? No! You need to learn from whatever mistakes you’ve made and push on!” “That’s exactly what I’m doing. I can’t fail if I’m not in the way.” Jalokim shook his head. “Whatever.” He started to walk away, but turned around at the last second. “Uhhhh, you don’t suppose you can direct me to the Makuta, can you?” At that moment, a shadow fell over us. We then heard a voice, but it wasn’t that of a Toa’s, this one had a darker tone to it, almost as if it threatened to destroy us, yet at the same time was masked with a voice as calm as the breeze on a beach. “Welcome future Toa Hagah. I am not the best at remembering names of those other than my brother Makuta, but I am sure I have not called for you, Toa of air.” Why won’t anyone listen to me?! If I can’t protect a single life, I can’t do the duty of a Toa! “Regardless, you still look the part of a Toa. It does not matter to me if you can’t protect Matoran.” Lesovikk was surprised. I didn’t say anything, how could this voice possibly have replied to me?! “Your ignorance radiates from your Kanohi. I am Makuta Sekatala. A Makuta has the ability to read minds. Hence, I acknowledged your mental comment.” “The other Toa Hagah will be here shortly,” The Makuta continued. Soon enough, five other Toa arrived. Two of them Jalokim seemed to recognize, since he was able to call them by their name. The one called Ailuj was a Toa of electricity and wore a white Akaku. The other one, known as Saitamm, was a Toa of plasma and wore an orange Pakari. Since it was obvious Lesovikk wasn’t meant to be here, he decided to just leave and let these Toa “Hagah” do their thing. Since they were all distracted by the new armor and Toa-Tools given to them by the Makuta, no-one seemed to notice Lesovikk leaving the small clearing. I’m glad to be out of that mess. Well, back to searching for some shelter.. *** A few hours later, Lesovikk was startled when a tree suddenly caught fire next to him “What in Mata Nui’s name was that?!” Lesovikk turned around and was surprised to see Jalokim’s team of Toa Hagah. “Are you mad?! What are you doing?!” Lesovikk shouted. The one called Saitamm was the one to answer. “Sekatala told us to subdue anyone that’s on this island. So, that’s what we came to do.” “We aren’t supposed to tell him that, Saitamm!” The Toa Hagah of Ice said to him. Jalokim looked at Lesovikk. “The reason Sekatala wants you captured and probably killed is that we are supposed to be a secret team. If anyone finds out about us, Sekatala will be killed by the other Makuta for treason.” The Toa of ice seemed annoyed. “Jalokim! What are you doing?! We are trying to prevent him from finding out more secrets!” “Lesovikk should at least know why we are doing this. Toa are supposed to STOP death, not cause it.” “Well, I plan to follow through with Sekatala’s orders, even if I have to break the Toa code to do it!” With that, the Toa of ice hurled an ice bolt at Lesovikk. Lesovikk dodged just in time and retaliated with a cyclone. The force of the whirlwind sent the Toa of ice flying. In the confusion that followed, Lesovikk quickly escaped. Lesovikk ran for about 10 minutes. He then decided to go hide in the nearest tree. Why would Makuta Sekatala consider me a threat? What would I do? I have no intention of revealing these “Toa Hagah”! After hiding in the tree for a solid 20 minutes, Lesovikk decided to get down and escape this island. However, Jalokim appeared as soon as he stepped down. By instinct Lesovikk threw a mini cyclone at him. “WOAH! Listen, I didn’t come here to kill!” Jalokim said. “Then why are you still looking for me?” “I was going to challenge you to a duel, if you win, you may leave the island safely. If I win, I’ll take you directly to Sekatala. Do we have a deal?” Lesovikk pondered this for a minute. Jalokim seemed to have a sense of honour, unlike that Toa of ice. “Deal.” “Excellent.” Lesovikk and Jalokim stood ten bio apart. Jalokim charged at Lesovikk, but Lesovikk flipped over the attack. Jalokim turned around and swung his Advanced Fire Blade. Lesovikk blocked it with his air sword and the two were in a blade lock. Jalokim stepped back and Lesovikk’s force propelled him forward. Jalokim was about to swing his Fire Blade at Lesovikk while he was on the ground, but Lesovikk tripped Jalokim. When they were both back up, Jalokim split his Fire Blade into twin Fire Swords. “You like it? Sekatala modified my old fire sword so it can combine with an identical one. But I can just as easily split them apart.” Jalokim split and swung his twin Fire Swords at Lesovikk. Lesovikk was able to block the first one, but wasn’t in time to block the other. Jalokim tripped Lesovikk and pointed his Fire Sword at his throat. “I win.” Lesovikk would not believe what happened next. Instead of hauling him to Sekatala, Jalokim extended his hand. “I never believed in the unnecessary murder of innocent beings. Being a Makuta, Sekatala doesn’t understand the Toa code.” “What? You’re letting me go?” “Of course, I need to keep my honour, and you need to keep yours. You can’t do that if you are dead, now could you?” Lesovikk was surprised that this Toa would defy his Makuta. Sekatala can easily read Jalokim’s mind. “I know I’m taking a risk in trying to save you, but isn’t that what being a Toa is all about?” Jalokim said. Lesovikk thought about Jalokim’s words. I hadn’t taken a risk when I needed to. I am obviously not fit to be a great Toa like Jalokim, Jalokim put a hand on Lesovikk’s shoulder and continued. “Lesovikk, remember these words. Never forget what you are, who you are. If we lose that, we lose our duty. And a sense of duty is what keeps us apart from Dark Hunters or mindless rahi. Remember that, and you can push through anything.” Lesovikk was shocked at how wise this Toa of fire was. Perhaps I can work to be a better Toa, and when I am, the first thing I’ll do is check in on my old Matoran friends. “Anyway, you should get going Lesovikk! That Toa of ice on my team can be as annoying as a fireflier when it comes to orders!” With that, Jalokim led Lesovikk to the boat he used to get here. They said their farewells and parted ways. But Lesovikk learned something important that day. He learned that being a Toa isn’t only about protecting the innocent, but it’s also about never giving up, and never forgetting the three virtues. One day, Jalokim will become a great Toa, hopefully one day I can be the same. Lesovikk sailed in the direction of the island belonging to his old friends Sarda and Idris. Unfortunately, when he got there, he found that the Turaga had gone mad and sent the entire population to Karzahni. Lesovikk spent the next months trying to get past the manas guards. Of course, he never gave up, for a true Toa would never. **** Chapter 2: Shadow Jalokim Rising! Makuta Sekatala dwelled in his private chamber on the island he ruled. It had been a couple months since Jalokim, leader of his secret Toa Hagah, had let the Toa of Air called Lesovikk escape his island. Sekatala had specifically ordered that Lesovikk be killed, but Jalokim disobeyed this order. Now Sekatala was at risk of his secret Toa team being discovered by the rest of the brotherhood. If the brotherhood discovered Jalokim and the other Toa Hagah, Sekatala would be arrested for treason. Sekatala thought of how he could make this Hagah team more reliable. The easiest solution was to just get a new Toa team, but then the previous Hagah may tell others of them working for Sekatala. Then an idea formed in his head. Of course! , Sekatala thought. I can use the Kanohi Olmak in Destral to take a version of each Hagah from different dimensions, except these versions won’t be afraid to kill! A knock on the chamber door interrupted Sekatala’s thoughts. “Enter.” The one who stepped inside the chamber was none other than Nerdak, Toa Hagah of Ice. This one seemed to be the most loyal to Sekatala. “Speak Nerdak, why have you come to my private chambers?” Sekatala said in a commanding tone. “I only wish to question why you chose Jalokim as leader of this team, as he obviously has no experience in leading a Toa Team, and I was leader of mine before I joined these Hagah. Wouldn’t I have made a greater leader?” “Ah, you see Nerdak, I did this so I could test your loyalty. If you followed my command as precisely as I have instructed, then I would have appointed you as the leader.” “But I have followed your every instruction!” “Then why did you let Jalokim go after Lesovikk by himself? I ordered that you were to capture him together.” Nerdak realised that he had indeed disobeyed that order. But Jalokim killed Lesovikk anyway, did he not? “No, Jalokim let Lesovikk escape.” Sekatala said. Nerdak had forgotten that Sekatala could read his thoughts. “So what are you going to do, oh great Sekatala?” Sekatala stood up. “I shall travel to Destral to fix this…. error. In the meantime, I want you to inform the other Hagah that I shall be absent.” “As you wish, Sekatala.” Nerdak turned to leave. Sekatala soon teleported from the room and re-appeared at the fortress of Destral. Sekatala made his way to the chamber where the fortress’s Kanohi Olmak was held. Getting there hadn’t been a challenge since he was already a high ranking Makuta scientist. Despite this fact however, he still wasn’t given a large role in the plot to overthrow Mata Nui. Because of this they let Sekatala keep his remote island near the southern continent instead of giving him a more vital island to rule over. Since then, Sekatala had vowed to show the rest of the Makuta that he was more than capable of helping to bring down Mata Nui. Perhaps even overthrow Teridax and claim leadership of the Brotherhood! , Sekatala mused. Finally, Sekatala reached the chamber of the Kanohi Olmak. This Kanohi was one of the few in existence. This particular Olmak was stripped from the face of one of the Toa on Jovan’s Toa team. This was the only team in known history that used the Kanohi Ignika to heal Mata Nui. The Brotherhood uses it to move the island of Destral to different places in the universe. Sekatala stepped up to the pedestal in the middle of the room and placed the Kanohi Olmak over his own Kanohi Avsa, the mask of Hunger. Sekatala felt a brilliant surge of power as he channeled its power to materialise a dimensional portal in front of him. Sekatala stepped through the portal and it closed behind him… *** When Sekatala emerged from the other end of the portal, he stepped into a lush jungle which he recognized as the island he ruled. As the dimensional portal closed behind him, he looked around for the alternate versions of his Toa Hagah, except none were in sight. Strange, either the Toa Hagah never served me, or they just don’t want to be found. As soon as he thought this, three of the Toa Hagah appeared seemingly from nowhere around Sekatala. These were Jalokim, Ailuj and Tetrak, but not as Sekatala had known them. These versions looked… different. The biggest difference being their Kanohi masks. Sekatala had never seen anything like them. Of all of them, Jalokim was the first to speak. “Sekatala! Where in the name of the Order have you been for the past 10 years?! We had almost given up hope on ever finding you!” Sekatala was confused. Then again, why wouldn’t he be? He had just seen three Toa with unrecognizable Kanohi. But the thing that puzzled him the most was that the alternate version of him had been gone for 10 years, now, why would that be? Sekatala decided to play it safe by telling the three Hagah that he had suffered amnesia and could only remember so much. The way back to the island was something he couldn’t remember. “Well, at least you could remember us Toa Hagah Nuva right?” Jalokim said. Hagah… Nuva? “Sorry Jalokim, but many things have escaped my vast, complex mind. Would you mind catching me up to speed while you take me to the other Hagah?” “Of course!” I had almost forgotten how eager you are to talk, Jalokim. “Well, it all started when you pretended to be part of the scheme that the brotherhood had to overthrow Mata Nui. Then, you chose me, my old mentor Nevets, Ailuj and Tetrak here, Iramahs, and Nerdak, in order to help you foil the Brotherhood’s plot. As we protected you, you started to work on a machine that would tell you of the destinies of those around you. When you completed the machine, you found out that I, Ailuj, Nerdak, and Tetrak were destined to become Toa Nuva. As we basked in your wonderful pool of Energized Protodermis, we were given new masks and armor. As well as the powers of our masks being stronger, we were now able to share our mask powers with those close by, as you have already seen when Tetrak was concealing us with the power of his Great Kanohi Huna Nuva. Armed with our new power, we stopped the Brotherhood from ever rebelling and in gratitude, Mata Nui appointed you the responsibility of leading his people while he did his duties. You had ruled for a couple of years when you decided to explore alternate universes to see what else you could do to perfect our world. And after ten years, you have finally returned to us! Toa Nevets will be so happy to see you, as you were the one who placed him in charge of us Toa Hagah.” So, in this alternate reality, I overthrow Teridax for the general well being of others. How… illogical. When Sekatala finally reached the original meeting place of the Toa Hagah, he noticed that the extra member that he had put in charge instead of Jalokim was a Toa of Plant life with a blue Faxon. An interesting detail was the life-support system that was attached to the Toa’s midsection. “Nevets! You won't believe who I found!” Nevets had an expression of pure shock on his face. “Sekatala! How is it that you are here? I saw you vanish in that dimensional gate myself!” Something about Nevets' voice sounded strange to Sekatala. Instead of having the tone of relief, it had the tone of fear. I will look into this later. The other Toa Hagah and Hagah Nuva were thrilled however. “Nevets, take me to my chambers.” The Toa of Plant life escorted Sekatala to his underground chamber. The Makuta was surprised to see the variety of trophies mounted on his walls. One was a Faxon which was labelled to be Toa Lesovikk's mask, slain by Toa Hagah Nevets. The one that caught Sekatala's attention the most was the Kanohi Kraahkan above his throne. Perhaps now is the time to investigate what was going through Nevets' head when he saw me. A quick peek at his memories will give me the answers I seek. Sekatala focused his telepathic powers on Nevets and dived into his mind. *** 10 years earlier... Nevets and Sekatala stood in Sekatala's private chambers next to a pedestal with a Kanohi Olmak sitting on top of it. “Behold the key to me perfecting our universe, Nevets. With this Kanohi Olmak, I can see what other universes have done that we haven’t, and we can mimic the superior qualities and avoid the mistakes of the other universes.” Sekatala said. “Yes, it will solve all our troubles.” Without Sekatala seeing, Toa Nevets grabs a lightstone rifle mounted on the wall. As the Makuta dons the Olmak and opens a dimensional gate, Nevets takes aim with the weapon. Probably the biggest mistake of our universe was letting you foil the Brotherhood's plot. The traitorous Toa Hagah of Plant Life pulls the trigger of the Lightstone rifle and blasts the Makuta into the dimensional gate. As the gate closes behind Sekatala, Nevets has a great smile on his face. “That should keep you from further destroying our universe with your sense of order. No Makuta could survive a blast of light like that.” *** The Present... Sekatala felt the tip of a lightstone rifle touching his back. “How did you manage to survive that blast of light?” Sekatala thought carefully, one wrong move and he would be dead. “I am not from this Universe. I am sure I can be of great use to you, as you can be of great use to me.” Nevets pondered this for a momment. “I dont care. This universe is beyond repair, even with your help. Now, say goodbye to this universe as I destroy you with your only weakness, light itself.” Sekatala closed his eyes and prepared for the pain. Wait, it doesn’t have to end like this. Sekatala thought. “Wait a second Nevets, let’s be logical here. I can take you away from this universe, and bring you to mine where you can enforce your laws.” Nevets was confused. “My laws? Do you not mean your laws?” “I have peered into your mind Nevets, and I discovered that we both want the same things. Join me, and we will be unstoppable!” Nevets lowered his Lightstone rifle. “What’s the plan?” Nevets said. Sekatala turned around and faced Toa Nevets. “Using my Kanohi Avsa, we corrupt as many of the Toa Hagah as we can. Then we shall have a team of Toa to enforce our laws in my universe” Nevets nodded. “Understood sir, I shall order that the Toa Hagah meet at the center of the island.” Nevets turned and exited Sekatala’s private chambers. Excellent, with the Toa Hagah Nuva under my command, I can eliminate the Toa Hagah of my universe which will be useless, or convert them as well. Thought Sekatala. Sekatala noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It looked like a machine of some sort. He walked over to it and read the label under it. Makoki umbra hmm... this machine is called a Makoki Umbra. This machine, or weapon would be a better term for it, imbues any being with the elemental power of shadow. Quite useful for creating Toa of shadow. Sekatala looked at the weapon in greater detail. It was surprisingly small, being the size of an ordinary blaster. The Makoki Umbra had a short but narrow barrel, and the main component was a ridged orange bulb at it's center. Sekatala guessed that it collected shadow energy from the user, and released the energy through the barrel. Sekatala attached the Makoki Umbra to his back and made his way to the surface to wait for the Toa Hagah to arrive. *** The sun was beginning to set, and night-time was almost upon Jalokim Nuva and his teammates. Nevets had called a meeting at the center of the island. He said that Sekatala has a surprise for them. Oh, I can't wait! Maybe I'll get a new sword? Sekatala appeared in the clearing with a small blaster-like object in his hands. Hmm... I wonder what that does? Sekatala smiled. “Thank you, my Toa Hagah. Because of your outstanding service to me, you shall be rewarded with new elemental powers and stronger forms. Prepare yourselves.” With that, Sekatala pointed the Makoki Umbra at Jalokim, and fired. The beam of dark energy struck the Toa Hagah Nuva, turning the bright red and gold of his armour into a dark red and black. His Kanohi Nuva was mixed with a dark shade of red and black. His hands transformed into claws, and fireballs formed in his palms, laced with shadow energy. His eyes glowed a shadowy red, instead of the usual bright green. His transformation was complete. The other Toa Hagah and Hagah Nuva froze. They weren't sure if they lost a friend or not. There was a silence. Ailuj was the first to break the silence. “J-Jalokim? Are you alright?” Jalokim gave her a cold, hard stare. “Never been better.” Sekatala was curious whether the new Jalokim would be good enough to serve his cause. “Jalokim, what is it that you desire the most?” Jalokim thought about it for a few seconds. “I want others to feel my wrath, for it is survival of the fittest.” Ailuj and Saitamm gaped at Jalokim's last remark. “What has gotten into you?!” Saitamm said. “I have seen the light, well, shadow.” Nevets stepped up. “So, who is next?” “I would rather die than have my morals removed against my will!” Nerdak shouted. Jalokim advanced on Nerdak. “So be it, you are obviously not smart enough to know what is best for our survival.” Jalokim drew his Shadow Flame sword on Nerdak. “You know, I never liked you.” Jalokim lunged at Nerdak and beheaded him. “You always did complain about everything.” Sekatala was assessing the situation. He didn't need the normal Toa Hagah, just the Hagah Nuva. “Jalokim, you may kill the Toa Hagah, but leave Ailuj and Tehtrak.” “As you wish, oh great and powerful Makuta of the universe.” Jalokim advanced on Irahmahs. He made short work of him by blasting him with flames, burning him alive. Now it was Saitamm's turn. Saitamm was frantic, barely being able to parry all of Jalokim's thrusts and swings. Eventually, Jalokim cut off Saitamm's hand, which made him lose his blade. Jalokim raised his sword above his head, ready to deliver a fatal blow. “Jalokim... no....” Saitamm managed to croak as he was impaled by the Shadow Fire Blade. Sekatala was impressed by the display. This Jalokim was able to kill three of his former best friends in just under a minute. But... where did Ailuj and Tetrak go? Sekatala didn't notice Ailuj sneaking up behind him with a dagger in her hand. Just as she was about to plunge it into his back, Nevets noticed and clubbed her in the head, smashing it in. Sekatala glared at Nevets. “She would be useless if you weren't alive to command her.” Nevets said. “Tetrak has fled, like the coward he is.” Jalokim said. Looks like we are done here then. Sekatala thought. “Good work Jalokim. Because of your outstanding performance, you shall now be known as... Shadow Jalokim.” Shadow Jalokim bowed. “Thank you, Makuta.” Sekatala planned his next move. He only got one shadow Toa, and the rest were killed, with the exception of Tetrak, who fled. He decided he had no further use for this universe. “We leave for my universe immediately, Teridax won't know what hit him.” Sekatala said. Makuta Sekatala activated his Kanohi Olmak and a portal appeared in front of the three. Sekatala stepped through first, then Nevets, then Shadow Jalokim. The portal closed behind them. *** Toa Tetrak Nuva ran through the jungle of the island. His best friends were murdered by another one of his greatest friends mere moments ago. He knew now that the only one who could save Jalokim was... Jalokim himself. Tetrak stopped in a dark part of the jungle. This is where he should be. Tetrak thought to himself. “Hello? Are you here? Listen, I really need your help, or rather, Jalokim does.” A dark figure emerged from the shadows, he was slightly taller than Tetrak was, and was clad in black, grey, and silver armour. He wore a grey coloured Hau. “What's the matter?” The tall figure said. “How about Sekatala returning, corrupting Jalokim and Nevets, and Jalokim ends up slaughtering almost the entire team?” The tall figure paced as he thought this news over. “Hmmm... I was bound to stumble across a universe with a Shadow Jalokim. Where are they now?” “They went through some dimensional gate.” The tall figure looked alarmed. “That's not good, with a dimensionally-displaced Shadow Jalokim, a universe could accidentally be destroyed, or at least destroyed at the wrong moment!” “What do you suppose we do?” “You stay here, inform your superiors of what's happened. I, Toa Jalokim, Toa of earth, leader of the Toa Rozo, will do my duty and stop the unauthorized destruction of a universe.” With that, the Toa Rozo of earth pushed a button on his forearm and vanished with a flash of light. A lot of things were going to change in Sekatala's universe, and Jalokim was going to be there to stop it. To Be Continued in Chapter Three: Doomsday
Lesovikk's Hiatus Contest
Legolover-361 posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & Theories(KanohiJournal's website is now offline.)NOTICE: The entry period is over. The final date of the entry period was 12:00 PM EST on May 10. There will be no more postponements.Also, I NEED JUDGES TO VOLUNTEER.(Please note that the header image is out of date. Also, due to coding troubles, this post may lack quotation marks and / or apostrophes; if you notice any missing, please notify me.)* * * Welcome to KanohiJournal Publications Lesovikk's Hiatus Contest! This is a fanon writing contest that focuses on Lesovikk's self-imposed exile till 45,000 years after the deaths of his teammates. Read below for more information.AboutThe Lesovikk's Hiatus contest encompasses Lesovikk's adventures from 100,000 to 55,000 years B.T.R. (Before Teridax's Reign), after the rest of his Toa team was killed by Zyglak. Entrants are invited to write stories based on Lesovikks adventures within a portion of this period of time and are welcome to utilize existing plot elements or create their own.While Lesovikk's Hiatus was originally planned to be a canon contest, Mr. Greg Farshtey's absence would make it impossible to approve the winning entries. To conclude this contest, KanohiJournal Publications decided to make it canon-complying fanon (or canon-fit).The entry / editing period starts as of this topic's posting and will remain open till late April or early May (see the notice above).This contest was approved for hosting in BZPower's Storyline & Theories forum by Bonesiii. Legolover-361 is host, and Tyler Durden is assistant host.Polling and JudgingAfter the entry / editing period closes, a round of judging will occur. The entries that are cleared for the final round will be placed into polls, and the rest of the contest will be polled; BZPower members and judges from the previous round will be allowed to vote in the polls.If you would like to be a judge for the Short Story category, Novella category, or both, please contact Legolover-361 either via PM on BZPower or e-mailing email@example.com with the subject Lesovikk's Hiatus Judging Application.PrizeThe winning entries will be made into an anthology that will be released by KanohiJournal Publications. As a bonus, you receive bragging rights. (Also, if Mr. Greg Farshtey returns, the winning entries could possibly be considered for canon; however, neither Mr. Farshtey's return nor his ability to review entries are guaranteed.)RulesYou are allowed to submit:[*]Up to three (3) short stories (individual, disconnected narratives) from 500 to 5,000 words, OR[*]One (1) novelette (a continuous story) from 5,001 to 15,000 words with chapter breaks where appropriate.[*]Any signs of continuity in your short story entries will cause your entry to be regarded as a novelette.[*]Punctuation (dashes, elipses, etc.) and section breaks (asterisks or other symbols used to separate sections of a narrative) do NOT add to your word count.The word limits given are the LOWER and UPPER bounds for your entries. A short story with exactly 500 words will be accepted; a short story with 499 will not.Restrictions on your entries are as follows: [*]The story must be about Lesovikk's journeys during his hiatus, between the time immediately after his team was killed and 55,000 B.T.R.[*]The story must not be about Lesovikk travelling to Mahri Nui. That event occurs long after this contest's time period.[*]You are allowed to introduce new characters in your story, but they should be kept to a minimum; remember that this contest is about Lesovikk.[*]You are allowed to name characters. However, bear in mind that if Mr. Farshtey returns and your story is approved as canon, names will not be included in the approval.[*]You may attribute new characters to the Order of Mata Nui. However, they must be utilized in your story in such a fashion that they do not in any way allow Lesovikk to know of the Order's existence.[*]Please use common sense when writing about powers. Entries with over-powered characters will likely be rejected.[*]Masks of Life, Creation, Time and Light must not be used.[*]The Mask of Dimensional Gates (Olmak) can only be used if Brutaka or the Toa from Jovan's team who once had the mask is featured in the story.[*]The Mask of Shadows can only be possessed by Makuta Teridax in the story.[*]Immoral masks cannot be used by Toa.[*]You cannot introduce new masks.[*]You cannot resolve existing storyline details or explain heretofore unexplained canon material.[*]Legendary powers cannot be used by any characters. The element of Light can only be utilized by Av-Matoran if they are utilized. The powers of Light and Shadow may be utilized by characters who wield them.[*]You cannot introduce new elements and / or powers.[*]You must follow the entry process below.Entry ProcessThere are two methods of entry: [*]Submit via e-mail: Send your entry or entries to firstname.lastname@example.org and they will be placed on KanohiJournal Publications' website. To revise, please send your revisions to the same e-mail address.[*]Submit via BZPower: Post your entry in BZPower's Short Stories or Epics forum (short stories in the short story forum, multi-chapter stories in the Epics forum) and link to your entry in this topic using the following form:Username: [what you want to be called]Entry: [title of and link to your story go here]Grammatical and wording revisions are allowed without notification; for any other edits, you must notify Legolover-361 or Tyler Durden via BZPower PM. When in doubt, please notify a contest host.You are allowed to use both methods, but bear in mind that it is your responsibility to ensure both versions of your entry are kept up-to-date. [*]Do NOT send your entries to Mr. Greg Farshtey for him to check and approve. Ask friends / judges / contest hosts instead. If you are unsure whether your entry or parts of it conform with canon or have storyline-related questions, post your questions and concerns in this topic. We highly recommend checking BioSector01 before asking any questions.[*]Contest assistants will check over your entry primarily for storyline problems. They will approve or reject your entry only based on how well it fits Bionicle's canon; proofreading and quality-checking your entry is not a priority for judges. Please ask friends for constructive criticism instead.Background Storyline InformationPlease read this section thoroughly alongside the rules.Information on Lesovikk's Hiatus [*]Lesovikk met Jovan sometime during his travels, and Jovan coached Lesovikk on fighting styles and ideas before Lesovikk continued his travels.[*]Lesovikk fought the Rahi Nui at some point of his travels.[*]He freed an island infested with Visorak during this time.[*]At some point of his hiatus, Lesovikk explored some of the northernmost southern islands (south of the Southern Continent, in Mata Nui's southern torso and upper legs).[*]Lesovikk also fought a wounded Rock Lion at some point of his travels, but was defeated after a long and difficult battle.Please note that only two of the above events can be used per person (not per entry). If you need additional plot, you are free to create your own so long as it subscribes to canon.Faction Formation Dates [*]The Hand of Artakha was disbanded during the same time period Lesovikk's team was killed. As any overlaps in time periods are negligible or non-existent, you may not use the Hand of Artakha in your entry.[*]The Order of Mata Nui was formed shortly after the disbanding of the Hand of Artakha. The Order did not spread across the Matoran Universe till about 79,100 years B.T.R. Please see the rules for restrictions on the Order of Mata Nui.[*]The Brotherhood of Makuta was formed around the same time as the Order of Mata Nui, and was led by Miserix until Teridax overthrew him at around 79,100 years B.T.R. and began enacting his Plan. There is no clear period of time when the Brotherhood began to be viewed as evil; thus, if you choose to utilize the Brotherhood in your entry, we strongly recommend you avoid portraying the Brotherhood as evil.[*]The League of Six Kingdoms was formed 94,000 years B.T.R. They were captured and sent to the Pit about 80,000 years B.T.R.[*]The Dark Hunters were formed between 80,000 and 70,000 years B.T.R. Please be sure to check up on which Dark Hunters were active between 80,000 and 55,000 years ago before utilizing them in your story. If in doubt, the best option would be to avoid using that particular Dark Hunter.[*]Toa teams formed at various times throughout the Matoran Universe's history. If you are planning to use a Toa in your entry, ensure whether the Toa acted individually or in a team during your entry's time period, or if the Toa was still a Matoran.[*]Keep in mind that Lesovikk's hiatus is a self-imposed punishment till Lesovikk believes he has earned retribution. During this hiatus, Lesovikk refuses to call himself a Toa because he believes he is unworthy.Got all that? Then start writing. * * *
Kanakalackin posted a topic in General ArtHi guys, I had possibly the coolest and dumbest idea ever yesterday. Sharpie a Lesovikk. Well, before the guilt hit, the excitement overtook me and I did THIS Arm/Leg Detail Head More pictures will come soon!
Lesovikk's Hiatus: A Chronicle
Click posted a topic in Short StoriesHey, look, I finished something!! I've been planning on writing for a while now, but never had the time or motivation. This contest finally gave me something to write for, and by chance, I had the day off of homework, so I got this all finished up. So, without further ado, here's my entry to KanohiJournal Publications' Lesovikk's Hiatus Contest, coming in at about 2,397 words (long short story, eh?): The Chronicle By: Click The last cries and crashes of blades had gone from what was a battlefield only minutes before. Now, only a chilling silence was left for the one survivor looking up to see what was left. The silence is broken by one long, heart wrenching cry full of absolute misery, despair, and a little denial. Then, that too is choked off, and silence returns as the survivor plunges into the mud amidst his brothers and sisters, and appears to be just as dead. Lesovikk never saw the Zyglak coming, but by the time they had come upon his team, he still could have helped, but torn between saving his team and getting rid of the monsters, he hesitated a second too long, and neither was satisfied. The Toa of Air picked himself up off the ground clumsily, and brushed mud clumps away from his Faxon. Not that it did him much good in the fight; he almost wanted to take it off and fling it over the horizon, maybe to his home island, as a testament to his friends what had become of his team, maybe to the mysterious place where their spirits would now go, as a final goodbye. Unfortunately, that was the last thing he should do. There were still lingering Zyglak, remnants of those that took his team, and left him as the only guardian of their memories. Only he could carry their legacy back to his homeland. He began the old Toa ritual of removing their tools, fixing armor as much as possible with his limited abilities, and resting their bodies eternally on a large, flat stone in the middle of the battlefield, littered with armor fragments and scorch marks from various elemental powers. He would keep their weapons to show his village, to keep their memory alive. He nearly began crying again as he picked up Nikila’s trident, the tool of his second-in-command. She had always been so full of life, confident that nothing could vanquish a Toa, and yet here she lay, victim of the Zyglak, proof that she was wrong. He did the same to each Toa: Iron, Fire, Sonics, Stone, Gravity, and Water, unable to believe he would never see them again. He picked up the last tool: a curving, beautiful Fanged Water Sword belonging to Lihara that she had been so good with in the battle. Before emotions could overcome him again, however, Lesovikk bolted off down the battlefield, tears streaming down his face. ----- Malinek was woken by a sound of shuffling in the gravel outside of his cave. This cliff-side road on Stelt was rarely used, which meant little business for thieves like him and his companion. The Steltan woke the snoring bruiser beside him, a titan named Gernas. "We're in business," was all Gernas needed to hear. With a rumble that shook stones from the ceiling, the huge being rose, flexing his claws. "Shh!" cried his partner. "Not so loud! They'll hear you!" Gernas clamped his hand over his face, nodding wildly. Why do I even need you?, thought Malinek as he rolled his eyes. The two thieves finally got outside of the cavern, lumbering over to their usual lookout point, a huge boulder near the mouth of the cave. Malinek could tell Gernas was just as surprised as he was when a lime green Toa of Air stumbled around the corner, looking down at the cliff off to his right. The biggest surprise was that he was carrying not one, but eight Toa Tools of varying designs and makes. Usually, the near-powerless two would never dare to attack a Toa, but this was obviously too good of an opportunity to pass up. With just a nod to confirm their agreement, the thieves hurdled over the boulder, surprising the Toa enough to make him drop his tools everywhere. When he realized what the two wanted, the Le-Toa grasped the nearest weapon, a Fanged Water Sword. It was painfully obvious that wasn't his usual tool, so his defense would be weak. The two closed in for the kill. Suddenly, there was an enormous cracking sound. Gernas had stepped on a staff-like tool, and the Toa was notably dismayed. Malinek simultaneously scowled at the bruiser's stupidity and laughed at the realization that the staff was the Toa's native tool. He would have to fight with an unfamiliar one for the impending fight. Still, he had to snap "You imbecile! These tools are our profits!" As if Gernas finally realized what he had done, he suddenly apologized profusely before Malinek cut him off with a gesture. "And it's a very nice profit too." Malinek grinned at the stunned Toa. The battle that followed was as brutal as it was brief. The Toa was clearly losing against the stronger two, using a shorter and sharper tool than he was used to. He had resorted to using mostly blasts of air, which the thieves simply shook off and continued to fight through. Malinek could see a dozen "unorthodox" ways the Toa could have won the fight, even with all of his disadvantages, but only half-heartedly defended them, knowing the Toa would never stoop so low. Besides, his quick strikes were keeping the Toa on the defensive, struggling to parry with the unfamiliar tool, usually failing and getting a gash along his armor as a result. Malinek suddenly found himself on the ground after a gust of air and a foot in his path. His blade had been knocked behind him, and in his surprise, Gernas had also been thrown off balance. He was shocked that the Toa had used that maneuver, while also admittedly a bit proud that there was some hope for these "honorable warriors." If he hadn't been battling to the death for the Toa's possessions, he would have considered adding a new partner to his band. Then, he noticed the murderous glare in the Toa's eyes, and his blood ran cold. He could only watch numbly as that sharp blade was lifted above his head, and could only think of how many people would be glad to know he's gone. Another thought managed to push its way through his fear and bring a smirk to his face. "Go ahead Toa, if you can. You and I both know you won't do it, with your precious Toa Code." The lime Toa pondered this for a moment, and then the scowl returned to his face. "I'm no Toa, not anymore," he said, his steely voice wavering to more of a resigned tone by the end. His reply was as terrifying as it was unexpected. The Steltan also became resigned after a moment of shock, and turned his head from the mad Toa. "Fine then, warrior, just get it over with. I can't imagine anyone who would miss me, besides Gernas here. Then again, he'd probably be too stupid to realize I'm gone." There was a clang of metal and sparks rained down on Malinek, and through the burning, he realized he was still alive, staring up at the panting Toa with a blade an inch from his neck. "Go," he growled. A grin spread across Malinek's face. "Big mistake, Toa. I knew you didn't have it in you." Gernas took that moment to charge, releasing all his rage from his partner's comment into the Toa. By the time the Toa realized what was happening, he was tumbling down the cliff. All the tools but the Water Blade were theirs for the taking. "Come on Gernas," said Malinek. "We're in business." ----- Lesovikk had fallen a long way, and had some time to think. He had spared the thieves' lives, and in return, he was about to lose his. He swore to himself that he would never make that mistake again, just as he saw the ground approaching rapidly beneath him. There was only enough time to summon a quick air cushion, but at the rate he was falling, it didn't help much. He still hit hard into a softer area of sand at the bottom of the cliff face, and as all went dark, his last thought was: "If I can't be good enough to keep my team alive, I'm not good enough to preserve their memories." ----- He awoke much later to a low growl coming from behind his feet. He attempted to raise his head, but only caught a flash of tan in a large black opening before he fell back, panting hard from the pain. A much louder roar sounded, and Lesovikk realized he was in trouble. He knew that sound, and knew to fear it as much as any being did. It was a Rock Lion that was now coming out into the sunlight, its armor and silvery mane glistening, teeth and claws flashing as it circled around the downed Toa. As it did, he got a good look at it. He caught glimpses of huge scars running down its flanks, much of the organics in its legs torn to shreds. One paw barely touched the ground as the Rahi limped around. He could see pain in its glowing eyes, and even more worrying, madness. He didn't know if it had tumbled down the cliff side as he had, or if its injuries were the battle scars of a particularly vicious fight with a creature he didn't want to meet. To Lesovikk, either way, it seemed the lion was on its last legs, and almost wanted to just end the constant pain. And he would be happy to oblige it, if it meant getting out of here alive. Lesovikk began to slowly raise himself up, gasping as his sore muscles stretched and compressed. The Rock Lion growled again, so he stopped for a while, and then resumed when he judged it safe. Eventually, after repeating this tactic several times, he found himself on his feet, limping slightly as he walked backwards to where he thought his sword was. He walked slowly, stumbling the whole way, always keeping eye contact with the approaching Rahi. Finally, his foot stumbled up against something hard and metallic, buried up to the hilt in the soft sand. He quickly turned, unleashing a concentrated blast of air to blow away the sand from the sword, grabbing the hilt, and spinning around, all in a fraction of a second, but still found the Lion in midair, halfway to him, claws reaching for his throat. Lesovikk only had a chance to turn out of the way, the Rahi skidding over his feet just as he dodged, the sword catching on its armor, making it growl in pain as it began rotating through the air. The lion landed facing Lesovikk, unleashing a huge roar as its mane ignited. The searing heat could be felt all the way from where Lesovikk was standing, and his armor began going soft. It was still growling fiercely, loud enough to be heard over the crackling fire of its mane. Okay, the Toa thought, if that's how you want to play it, let's go. ----- The next few days were a blur of parrying, slicing, and running as he battled that lion. Lesovikk had gained some skill with the new blade as he fought the thieves, and he really needed it now. If the claws and teeth of the Rock Lion weren't enough, the blazing mane and sheer ferocity of the attack kept Lesovikk at bay, attempting to land just a single shot somewhere. What armor was still left from the attack was melting together, stiffening as he parried and dodged. Some of Lihara's power must have remained in her blade, because Lesovikk never saw it melting, no matter how close the Rahi got to him. In fact, it felt cool to the touch, and the lion would shy away from it whenever he could get a chance to use it. Even so, Lesovikk began to get tired. It had been three long days without food or drink, and he was constantly fighting for his life. The adrenaline rush had long faded out, and he was now stumbling again, the pain from his drop and the fight finally catching up to him to take its toll. The lion also seemed a little more sluggish - otherwise he would have certainly lost by now - but its vigor was much greater than his own, even now. Lesovikk knew he was going to lose; it was only a matter of time. Finally, that time came. The Rock Lion feinted to the left, and then pounced on his right. Lesovikk's lethargic movements weren't enough to stop the lightning-quick maneuver, and he caught the brunt of the lion head-on. He found himself in much the same position that thief had been in three days ago: on the ground, sharp teeth poised at his neck, and no hope. He didn't even have a massive Steltan to cover for him. He went into the same resigned position the thief had, and dropped his blade by his side, the one reminder left of his team, and prepared to join them, wherever they were. "I give up. Take my life, if you would, Rahi. It would be a mercy at this point. I have been through so much, just to fall at your claws. Just get it over with." He closed his eyes, dropping his head to the ground, hearing a dull thud nearby as he did. He waited for a few seconds, not sure what had happened, then chanced a quick look up. The Rock Lion had collapsed from its injuries and fatigue, so Lesovikk got up, picked up his sword, and walked off towards the double sunset, knowing if he stopped to rest as well, the lion would be on top of him by day's end. The Rahi had won, and he had learned a valuable lesson to remember forever. "First of all," he muttered to himself, staggering through the sand. "Don't underestimate a wounded foe. Second, I am my Team's chronicler; I will carry their memories on." He glanced down at his Fanged Water Blade, previous tool of one of his teammates, although he had gotten much better at it in the last three days. He twirled the blade, smiling as it reflected the fading sunlight around. "It doesn't take some rusty old swords, or dusty old tablets, just a good storyteller, and some memories. ------------------------------------------------ By the way, quick thank you's to KanohiJournal for hosting this contest, and also to Cederak, whose epic Cenotaphs gave me the idea for the "ancient Toa ritual" at the beginning. You guys should definitely give it a read.
The Scorpion, the Warrior, and the Cliff
Xander004 posted a topic in Short StoriesNote: I wrote this a while back for Kanohi Journal's Lesovikk's Hiatus Contest. The Scorpion, the Warrior, and the Cliff By Xander004 For KJC5 Lesovikk trudged along the southern coast of the Southern Continent. The morning sun was bright and revealing. He left a long trail of footprints in his wake. These were set deep in the muddy sand. He looked over at the vast ocean. The water was calm. Nothing stirred. This was in stark contrast to the raging torment in his heart.Lesovikk stopped walking. His Air Sword left his grasp and hit the sand. He fell to his knees. His muscle tissue had begged for this break. He had been walking for days on end without stopping. He hadn’t seen the point in stopping until his body had said otherwise. He didn’t see the point of anything anymore.He collapsed onto the sand. He didn’t move for a long time. He had no reason. His muscles took pleasure in this break, but he couldn’t enjoy this moment of rest. It just wouldn’t stop thinking. It kept replaying it over and over again. Lesovikk wanted it to end. He wanted it all to end. The pain was unbearable.His eyes slowly blinked. Then they stayed closed. They didn’t open for a long time. Lesovikk wouldn’t let them. He had nothing to do, nobody to care for, and no one to care for him. Even though this universe was brimming with life, his world was entirely empty.“Why did it have to happen?” he thought. “Why did I mess up? Why am I still here?”Life started to stir as the day got started. Lesovikk decided to ignore the beauty of the sunrise. He felt he didn’t deserve to enjoy the wonderful sight, that he didn’t deserve anything. He could sense something coming closer on the sand. He should have seen this coming. As the day got into motion, creature would awaken from last night’s slumber. Some would be hungry. One Rahi had smelt out its next meal, and it was him.Lesovikk managed to open his eyes again. The visor of his mask was coated in sand. He created a small breeze to remove the obstruction. Now he could see what hunted him. It was a Nui Jaga.“This is strange,” Lesovikk thought. “What is a desert creature doing on this beach?”The creature scuttled closer to Lesovikk. The Toa didn’t move. The distance between the two of them shrunk slowly. He knew what the beast was trying to do. It was trying to herd him to the pack. This tactic wasn’t going to work on this Toa of Air.The Nui Jaga raised its poisonous stinger and brought it down upon Lesovikk. He rolled and in one smooth motion grabbed his weapon and stood up in a fighting stance. The creature was surprised by the Toa’s speed, but it quickly recovered and was on the attack, but Lesovikk jumped back just as the stinger embedded itself deep in the sand where he had been standing.While the Nui Jaga was busy trying to free itself, Lesovikk took some precautionary measures. A cyclone came forth from the tip of his sword. The creature tumbled and rolled toward the water. Its stinger was left buried in the sand. It landed on its back, injured and defeated. Lesovikk believed it was time to end it. He readied his Air Sword for the final blow. As he was about to finish it, he found himself stopped by some invisible force. His muscle tissue moved and flexed, but his metal components wouldn’t move. He looked around as best he could, but couldn’t find the source of the problem. The Nui Jaga started to recover.“Who’s there?” he shouted, “and why are you doing this to me? I’m not one for practical jokes!”The Nui Jaga had fully recovered and scuttled away in fear. Long after it had left, Lesovikk could move of his own free will again. He looked everywhere, but there was no sign of what had caused him to freeze up, nothing on the ground, anyway.There was a disturbance in the skies above. He looked up to see a black and grey speck flying high above. Lesovikk unleashed a powerful gust of wind at it. The speck dodged his shot. It then launched a blow of its own. A five-foot deep hole formed next to him. The burst of sand had stuck to his armor.“Magnetized,” muttered Lesovikk as he tried to rub it off. His adversary now circled overhead. The altitude difference between them shrunk as whoever it was came closer. This being was bipedal with black and grey armor, and he wore a spiked Kanohi. He finally landed a few feet away. He was a Toa.“Who are you?” asked Lesovikk, his weapon at the ready.“Is that really necessary?” the other Toa asked. He held up his hand, and Lesovikk’s Air sword flew out of his hand and onto the ground. He got it back with a gust of wind.“Who said I needed help?”“After that little spat with the Nui Jaga, I’d say you need a lot of help.”“I don’t have to listen to this.” Lesovikk started to walk away.“Aren’t you the least bit curious why that Nui Jaga was so far from its natural habitat?”“Not at all,” Lesovikk brushed off. He just wanted to move on.“Yet you were so willing to kill it?”Lesovikk answered with a sudden burst of wind. It created a cloud of sand that momentarily blinded the other Toa. He used this opportunity to sneak away.“Why are you so afraid to face yourself?” shouted the Toa of Magnetism. Lesovikk didn’t answer back. He just kept walking. He wanted to get away from the world. He had carried this burden for far too long.The beach rolled along until it stopped at the base of a cliff. The rock face stretched far over the ocean. He started to climb up the immense rock wall. His hands easily slipped into the cracks and crevices. He almost glided over the rocks and minerals. It was a long climb to the top, but he finally arrived at the edge of the cliff.An astonishing sight met his eyes. To his right the beach stretched on for miles beyond the horizon. The sand was a blank slate. His footprints and the remnants of the fight with the Nui Jaga and the Toa were gone. The tide had washed them away. The sea was the all-purpose cleaner of the universe.“Maybe it could do the same for me,” he thought.He looked over to his left. A long way down from where he stood there were spires of jagged rocks. The waters were violent and choppy. He could see a bit of drift wood slammed against one of the spires. It instantly disintegrated. This was just further evidence on how nothing could survive down there. He stared at the sharp, pointed rocks for a long time, lost in thought. Painful memories flashed through his eyes. It was excruciating. These flashes weren’t going to stop. He started to take the step over the edge.“Hey there stranger!” someone called behind him.Lesovikk quickly caught his balance and pulled his foot back. It was the Toa of Magnetism. Lesovikk tipped his head down, trying to capture the glare from the sun on his visor. He didn’t want this stranger to catch onto his vulnerable state.“What do you want?” he spat impatiently.“Oh, I’m just checking in on you. You were really distraught this morning. I’d say almost on the verge of breaking down.” He took a step closer. “Am I right?”Lesovikk’s feet took a few steps back. The ever elusive ledge seemed far away. He just needed a little more time. “No, couldn’t be farther from it,” he choked out. “It was just a dumb beast that needed to be put down.”“Don’t go saying things like that. Nothing ever needs to be put down. All life is precious. Besides, Toa don’t kill.”“I’m no Toa!” Lesovikk shouted. He could see the rocks out of the corner of his eye. His patience had run down to its end. He unleashed a strong blast of air from his sword. The force of the winds pushed each Toa over the edge. Lesovikk fell toward the rocks. The other Toa headed for the beach.“What have I done?” thought Lesovikk. Then he pushed his doubts aside. “He’ll be fine. He can take care of himself.” He still felt guilty, though. A stranger had offered him help, no questions asked, and Lesovikk had shoved him over a cliff. “Okay, that might have been a little harsh.”He turned around as he fell to his end. He wanted to face the end all the way through. There had to be some dignity there, right? The spires came closer. He was almost on top of them when he stopped. Instead of coming closer, they whizzed by under him.A set of black and grey armored arms were wrapped around his waist. He looked over his shoulder to see the Toa he had pushed. Now Lesovikk felt the true meaning of guilt. There was also a taste of irony in the mix. It was nearly sickening.When they landed, Lesovikk stumbled for the first few steps until he fell on his hands and knees. He panted heavily as the effects of the rush wore off. The other Toa had landed perfectly on his feet. Lesovikk couldn’t look him in the eyes just yet. He was too humiliated.“You know what?” began the Toa of Magnetism, ignoring Lesovikk’s cover, “we haven’t been properly introduced yet. I’ll go first. Hello, I’m Jovan, and you are?” He held out his hand.Lesovikk was amazed, shocked, and stunned at Jovan’s ability to keep moving. “How do you do that?”“What? I just want to know your name.”He finally managed to pull himself up and said, “Lesovikk.” He shook Jovan’s hand.”Good, definitely a good start,” said Jovan. “Now, as I was saying before, what’s wrong? It must be serious if you were willing to shove me over a cliff like that.”Lesovikk turned away. “Why would you, or anyone, want to help me?”“You’re a fellow Toa. Besides our duty to the Matoran and Turaga, we have a duty to each other. If we can’t trust and help one another, then who’s left?”“Like I said before, I am not a Toa.”Jovan put a hand his shoulder. “And why is that?”“It’s a long story.”“I will always have plenty of time.” He sat down on a nearby rock. “It’s just you and me.”“I don’t need this.” Lesovikk started to walk away. Then he stopped. He couldn’t move any of his mechanical components, again. “Would you stop doing that?”“Not until you talk!” cried Jovan. Lesovikk was slammed face-first onto the ground.“What are you?”“A Toa concerned for a brother,” he answered. He knelt down by Lesovikk’s head. “And a Toa who knows all the different ways to deal with them.”“You’re insane!” Lesovikk struggled to get up.“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Maybe eccentric would be the better suited term.”“Isn’t that what they all say?” he mocked.“Well, it is, but let’s return the conversation back to you.” Jovan flipped him onto his back with his magnetic powers. “Now, tell me, what’s wrong?”“Why am I worth so much to you?” said Lesovikk.“All life is of the highest value, even that Rahi you tried to kill. We’re all here for a reason. We all have a destiny.”“Then destiny is sick and cruel!” spat Lesovikk. He realized he had said too much. Jovan had the glint of understanding in his eyes.“So, who have you lost?”“Everyone…”“And who is ‘everyone?’”“My village, my people, my home, and worst of all my teammates…”“Your…teammates?” Jovan was confused. Toa don’t normally work in teams.“Yes, me and seven other Toa, they were some of my closest friends.”“What happened to them?”Lesovikk thought back to that horrible day. So many years had passed since then, but it was still heavy in his heart. “It was like any other day. The sun rose in the same way it had the day before. We were on patrol, looking after our Matoran. Then the screams came. We went head first into the chaos. We were young. We thought we were invincible. We were Toa.“The sight we came upon is still burned in my eyes. A tribe of Zyglak was invading the island. They swore they would kill all the followers of Mata Nui they could find. They had already proved their point with the first group of Matoran they had found. Their lifeless eyes still haunt me in my sleep.“Then we fought to get rid of them, but it was difficult at first. They had invulnerability to our elemental attacks. We could only fight them by affecting the environment around them. They started to get the upper hand on us, but I saw a way to stop them. I was about to strike when…when I… I hesitated…”Lesovikk stopped. He couldn’t go any further. His emotions had caught up to him. Jovan released him from his magnetic bonds. Lesovikk curled up into a ball. His grief forced him away from the world.“I…I’m sorry,” Jovan choked out. “I’m so sorry. I mean that in every way possible, Lesovikk. I… I pushed too hard. But, Lesovikk, Mata Nui has a plan-“A powerful gale sent him flying through the air until a tree stopped him. Lesovikk stood before him, Air Sword still swirling with his power. His grief had transformed into rage, and all of it was pointed at Jovan. “Don’t talk to me about destiny, Mata Nui, or Great Beings! If any of those things existed, then why did they let seven Toa die, and an entire village vanish that day?”“But what about the three virtues?” Jovan countered, stumbling to get up on his feet again.“What about them?” shouted Lesovikk. A tornado from his Air Sword shattered the rock Jovan had been sitting on. “I have no one to be untied with. I have no duty to anyone anymore. My destiny died with my friends. There is nothing out there for me. And don’t tell me destiny wanted them to die that day. That’s a lie! They died because I was a hesitant fool!” He unleashed a cyclone on some nearby trees. They instantly splintered.He fell to his knees and wept. “They died because of me.”Jovan went over to him. He knelt down and embraced the upset Toa of Air. Lesovikk could feel himself calm down and ease up. “Listen to me, please. Sometimes things happen that we can’t explain, but they happen for reasons we don’t know. There’s a bigger picture out there, waiting for us. If they didn’t, what would be the point?”Jovan helped Lesovikk to his feet. “There was something that doesn’t quite make sense, though. You said that the village vanished, but Zyglak don’t make things vanish. What happened there?”“After the Zyglak…the Zyglak …I went back to the village to warn them, to get them to safety. When I got there, everyone was gone. Their things were still there, but it was all in disarray. I assumed they had left on their own, but then I found the Turaga. He was mumbling to himself, hands fidgety. I confronted him, and he unleashed this bone chilling laugh, almost a cackle. He told me he had shipped off the entire village to Karzahni. I thought it was impossible, that Karzahni was just a myth, but I could see that it was true. I…I’ve been wandering ever since.”Jovan thought about it through for a bit, and then he said, “There are rumors flying around here that those legends might be true. I wish I could tell you more, but there is a chance your villagers are still around. You might still have someone out there for you.”“Where do you pick up that kind of rumors?”Jovan chuckled a bit. “I have my ways.” He patted his Magnetic Bolt Launcher. “If there’s one thing you can learn from me, it’s that knowledge is sharper than any sword.”Lesovikk felt like he had been punched in the torso. He turned around and thought of the possibilities. “They might still be alive, and I haven’t been trying to find them yet.”“Yes, but emphasis on the word ‘might.’ However, we’re Toa, and any amount of possibility usually means we’ll follow through all the way.” Then he noticed that Lesovikk had started to run off. “Hey, where are you going?”“Head first!” he answered back. “It’s time I started to live again!”“Good for you. Happy I could help you out.”“Thanks for everything Jovan! I won’t let you down.”
Click posted a topic in Bionicle-Based CreationsOkay, with the Lesovikk's Hiatus Contest going on right now, I was doing a bit of research, and found out the Rock Lion actually had a model built, but it never got shipped in time to make it into the Rahi Guide book, and thus, we have no idea how it's supposed to look. Then, that got me thinking, and piece by piece I built what I think the Rock Lion could look like.This is what BS01 says about it: StandingIt was mostly the mane that inspired me to do this guy, and I really wanted to try it out. The head was brickbuilt, since I don't have a piece that would look nice, especially in Tan. The red pins in the mane were actually intentional (as you might notice I put black everywhere else), as they are supposed to represent the combusting mane. Sitting SideHere's a nice side view, I used as many tan pins as I could, just to fill in color gaps. I'm also pretty proud of those paws, since they took me a while to figure out, and came out nicely, but unfortunately, it didn't leave room for the "extremely sharp" claws.Sitting FrontUnfortunately, I had to use some MegaBloks pieces, but it doesn't show much. The Piraka limbs for the forelegs were actually mostly unintentional, because I wanted to make it stand up before I figured out how I wanted to make the forelegs, but when I looked at it, I realized it fits very well, and so I added some tan slopes to beef it up and try to keep the color scheme consistant, one of the hardest parts of a MOC with rare colors like tan.Sneak PreviewHere's a shot of the Lion chasing a Matoran, also a sneak peak to my next project that I ordered a ton of pieces for.Hope you like it!
Quick Question About The Faxon
Click posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & TheoriesOkay, I was wondering, since the Faxon can"mimic the powers of Rahi that share their general environment,"According to Biosector01 (quotes not working!), then in theory, could Hahli Mahri or Lesovikk surface, and mimic the power of air breathing, temporarily reversing their mutation?
A Theory On Karzahni's Death
Makuta_of_Oz posted a topic in Bionicle Storyline & TheoriesI've been reading a bit through the recent Bionicle story and come up with a small theory on how Lesovikk's sword wound up in Karzahni's back. I've never done a detailed theory before, so please bear with me.The destiny of Lesovikk's Toa Team, probably including Lesovikk himself, was to die. Despite surviving the 100,000 years in the MU, his destiny was still to die.Lesovikk was alone in the desert when looking for Karzahni, and that would've made him easy prey for Marendar, the Toa hunter. I believe what happened next was that the murderer found Lesovikk's dead body, and used his sword to kill Karzahni, and then hid Lesovikk's corpse so no-one would find out Lesovikk was dead. By doing so, the murderer would've shifted the blame to Lesovikk, which would've allowed him to commit more murders without likely getting any blame.The fact that Lesovikk harboured such hatred for Karzahni would just have been coincidence: the murderer would likely not have known Lesovikk, and may have seen him as just another random Toa.Lesovikk is one of my favourite Toa, and I'd hate to see him die, but at the same time I realise I have no control over the story, so I'm aware that this could be likely.Feel free to shoot my rookie-theory down.