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Hidron Nuva posted a topic in General ArtSo, I was browsing some old files and I realized there's a lot of quick sketches I'll probably never finish. I made a quick collage, here it is! I might update this topic when I make new sketches. --> Bunch of stuff From left to right, top to bottom: Tahu Mata/Stars, Gali Mistika with Hahli Mahri and Maku, a random Toa of Green (I like thinking he can make the plant around his arm grow at will), Maku again, Jaller wearing his Inika mask, Dalu, Akhmou (you little traitor), Tahu Mistika. --> Shadow Takanuva Wish I finished this one. --> Random Kopaka flying levitating People forget how overpowered the Mata were with their Golden Kanohi. This material is far from finished, but I'd like to hear what you have to say nonetheless, so C&C? Hope you like it!
Script for Mysterious IslandThe review topic for this epic can be found here. FADE IN 1 EXT. EXPANSIVE OCEAN- MIDDAY A roughly hewn dugout canoe plows past us, cutting through the water sharply. Two Ga-Matoran are rowing it: MAKU, a young, fast-talking, unyielding brunette with many a day spent rowing or fishing in deep water, and HAHLI, in her late twenties and very set in her opinions, who is prone to daydreaming and very talkative. Maku is clearly the faster of the two; she could easily move the entire canoe on her own, and she sits in the front. Hahli, seated behind Maku, struggles to row as quickly as her, wanting deeply to be able to show the world her adequacy against her friend. Her mood is beginning to affect the quality of her rowing, and she is now beginning to slow down with each passing second. HAHLI (Indignant) I just wanted to remind you that I’m rowing as fast as I can. Maku doesn’t pause or falter in her speed for a second, though she throws a passing glance to her partner. MAKU I know; you said that already. HAHLI (Witty) Well then, I hope that you’re keeping a record of my improvement each week. Maku ignores her entirely, and Hahli pauses for an instant, only to immediately start again afterwards. HAHLI (CONT'D) I’ll bet that I’m the fastest on the entire island by now; I could run the fastest ferry service going to and from Ga-Koro of anyone, since I’ve been practicing so much. MAKU Maybe so. You’re much faster than anyone in Ta-Koro, for example. But of course, they’re surfing on lava. The relief which was building inside Hahli drowns instantly, and she frowns as she responds. HAHLI Come on now, Maku; is something bothering you today? MAKU No! I just need you to put a little more effort into your lessons. This isn’t the time, nor the place for your wit. Ga-Koro is more defenseless at the moment than it has been in decades. 2 EXT. SAND BEACH- MIDDAY Maku steers the canoe to her left, angling it to the shore. It reaches a beach covered with bright orange sand, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. She steps out nimbly and promptly begins to pull it onto the luscious sands of the beach, which are coarse and dotted with small stones. Turning to Hahli, her face reflects the urgency and high stakes of their situation. MAKU A little help, please? Hahli grudgingly begins to help her friend. they both pull with all their strength to dock the canoe on the beach. MAKU (CONT'D) Until Nireta returns, we’re at one heck of a disadvantage against the Rahi. Learning how to row is the least that you can do. Maku gives Hahli a guilt-inducing look. HAHLI Can the other village militias- Maku steps out on to the beach, beginning to walk briskly in the direction of their village, which is about one mile away. Hahli follows her. MAKU The other militias are busy with their own villages. The best way to allow them to help out others, such as ours, is by giving them a chance to breath for a little while. HAHLI And JALA’s guard? Oh, what I’d give to see Jala again! MAKU (Annoyed) They’re just as busy as the rest, if not more so. HAHLI (Dreamy I still think that he’ll come back to aid us, if only to take me to a nicer place. Anywhere else on this island would be better than here, where the unyielding noise and commotion are constant reminders that we’ve been at war forever. MAKU Well, it’s no better in Ta-Koro. No better at all, especially since their guard has been spread so thin recently. Maku gives her friend a surprised look. MAKU (CONT’D) He can’t work miracles, you know. He’s just another man, just like everyone else; always trying to keep his village safe. Hahli stops walking, turning to face Maku directly. HAHLI I don’t think that he’s a “miracle worker”, but he’s certainly done some incredible things. It's been decades since any of the Koro have had a captain as talented as him; do you remember when he broke all of the records for advancement in the Ta-Koro guard? You just haven’t gotten a chance to know him yet, that’s all. Maku also ceases to walk. MAKU Oh yes? How do you know him? Did you hear a rumor, or watch a play about his life's story? Hahli shrugs off the comment entirely, beginning to sing. "OH JALA" HAHLI There’s nothing about this Jala guy That isn’t confidently presented. Even when the entire island is calm He’s poised for a sudden reaction. Why, even the briefest look in his eyes Hints at courage which only needs cause To run the gambit To save a damsel in distress When the slightest of threats Comes to knock on the door His business is all about safety. Oh Jala! Oh Jala! He’s never been- MAKU -Persuaded otherwise! HAHLI Oh Jala! Oh Jala! His list of deeds- MAKU Might be dramatized! HAHLI His men are the sharpest for miles around Only due to their captain of countless missions Nothing can keep that crew in town Save a certain captain’s premonitions. Oh Jala! Oh Jala! A winner! MAKU A loner! HAHLI Oh Jala! Oh Jala! A talker! MAKU A mocker! HAHLI There’s plenty to show for his reputation In many a rahi confrontation. He’s found and captured many a beast That would have surely convinced any other To back off and make safer camp. But not this Jala! With his military finesse Any creature he doesn’t want coming Seems to fall- MAKU -Head over heels with him. Right? HAHLI Oh Jala! Oh Jala! MAKU If you’d just let- HAHLI -Yourself see! Oh Jala! Oh Jala! He’s made just for me. Both Maku and Hahli cease to sing, and begin to walk once more in the direction of their village. MAKU Hahli, would you like a little advice from me? HAHLI I’m not so sure. Has your advice improved? MAKU Has yours? Listen; I’d stay a comfortable distance away from Jala. HAHLI How can you say that about someone who you've never met? MAKU I haven't, but my parents have. They met him during the last assembly at the Amaja-Nui. Nearing the village, the two are so deeply engrossed in their conversation that neither of them pay much attention to the smoldering, wrecked pieces of debris scattered on the beach. It is clear that the debris is composed of pieces of homes and other buildings belonging to a well-developed village; in this case, the town of GA-KORO, where Maku and Hahli are headed. A steady stream of smoke coming from the direction of the village begins to drift beside Hahli, gradually growing thicker as they near its remains. Maku and Hahli continue to discuss Jala, unaffected for the most part by the evidence of the destruction of their homes. MAKU (CONT'D) He organized a part of the meeting. Even though he talked plenty, he didn't seem to care about others. They said that he didn't mind how concerned or hopeful a person was about anything, that he only understood his own desires. Hahli turns her head curiously towards her friend. MAKU (CONT'D) Other people don't matter nearly as much to him as a promotion does. He hides his self-centered intentions behind a heroic facade. HAHLI All of this is coming from your parents, right? MAKU Well, they're not the most polite folks themselves, so you'd think that they wouldn't say something like that about someone else unless they really meant it. The amount of debris scattered on the beach continues to grow, as does the thickness of the smoke; however, neither of the two notice the signs of the calamity. HAHLI Even though it isn't in any of his biographies, and none of the Turaga have ever hinted at having opinions like that about him. You think that I should trust a second hand word? MAKU Isn't it all second hand words? And would you write a biography or give a public speech saying that he was selfish and uncaring? Hahli throws a long look to her friend; she subtly indicates her dubious appreciation of this surprising new information. HAHLI Regardless, I'd like to meet- A surprised stare from Maku hits Hahli hard, though it doesn't startle her. HAHLI (CONT'D) The captain of the guard myself. The two have reached the gates of Ga-Koro, though they don't resemble those of the town which they left that morning. Ripped apart and smoking, they lie crumbling at the feet of Maku and Hahli. Beyond the gates, the village itself is even more damaged. MAKU By Mata Nui... I had a bad feeling about today, but this is just insane. You can listen to the song "Oh Jala", featured in this chapter, here:
Two Songs from the Upcoming Musical: Mysterious Island
Azani posted a topic in Fan Created MediaThe script for Mysterious Island, the musical film which I've been working on re-telling the 2001 story, is well underway, and I've put together these two songs together for your viewing pleasure. One of them, He is Makuta, fits in the part of the script that this sneak preview features, and the other, Oh Jala, is the first in the script, being sung in the second scene of the film. Please enjoy the songs. Also, please give feedback on one or both of the songs if you have the time; I'd appreciate any tips to help to make Mysterious Island better. As a small side note, you can expect the first chapter of the script to be online in the short stories forum on this site by this next Saturday night.
Zarohum posted a topic in Bionicle-Based CreationsYes, folks. That's right. Let's travel back 10 years to the good ol' days of Bionicle. I give you what I think to be the first complete set of all six members of... THE CHRONICLER'S COMPANY Now, remember, a lot of these pieces were never made in the right colors. I did what I could with what was there, including tacking down a misprint red ruru for Kapura. I spent over $50 to make these guys, and I don't regret it. Individual pics:KapuraTamaruKopekeHafuTaipu Hope you enjoy!
West of Po-Koro
X-Ray posted a topic in Short StoriesWest of Po-Koro – A BZPower.com Short Story Fan Fiction by BZPower.com member X-Ray Hafu took a step back as he admired his fruits of his labor. In the weeks since the end of the Bohrok War, he had been hard at work repairing the damage the Bohrok had done to his home of Po-Koro. At the moment, he had just finished rebuilding one of the great statues that he himself had felled to stem a Tahnok swarm’s march into Po-Koro. It was a grand statue of an unmasked Matoran face, staring back at him with the soul that he had given it. “Another Hafu original,” he said to himself, chuckling. He started to put away his tools, when a familiar voice called out from behind him. “Hi, Hafu!” said the voice. Hafu turned around to see a Ga-Matoran wearing a Noble Kanohi Huna approaching him. As his fellow workers headed into the village, he met the Ga-Matoran and said to her, “Maku, isn’t it? A pleasure to see you again, water maiden.” The two shook hands, and Hafu walked with her to the gateway to the village. All around them, reprogrammed Bohrok and Bohrok Va were going about their work, rebuilding the destruction that they had caused. Thanks to the mechanical aptitude of an Onu-Matoran named Nuparu, the Bohrok were now their helpers. “What brings you to Po-Koro?” Hafu asked Maku. “I’m here to see Huki,” said Maku. “I haven’t seen him since he left Ga-Koro after the Bohrok were defeated. Turaga Nokama is finally letting me off of probation and letting me journey afar again.” “Truly,” said Hafu, “it is a great thing that you are able to walk among us. Huki has been busy as of late, what with the repairs and all. Still, I think his spirit would be lifted greatly if he saw you.” Maku blushed under her mask. Her close friendship with Huki had earned her more than her fair share of ribbings from her fellow Ga-Matoran. True, the Huki plush doll that she kept in her hut may have been a bit much, but she was nonetheless unafraid to maintain her friendship with the Po-Matoran. “Where is Huki?” she asked Hafu. “Where do you think?” said Hafu, who then laughed. “He’s at the Kolhii field, practicing, as usual. That’s where the bloke spends nearly all of his free time.” “Well, as the premier Kolhii player on Mata Nui, he needs to keep in practice!” said Maku. “Especially with the new version of Kolhii that he came up with back at Ga-Koro.” “Huki is ‘the premier Kolhii player on Mata Nui?’” said Hafu, crestfallen. “Oh, lighten up, Hafu,” said Maku, playfully punching Hafu in the shoulder. “Isn’t it enough that you’re the premier carver and artisan on Mata Nui? We all know that you can play a good Kolhii game too.” “Oh, bother you!” said Hafu, shaking his head. Maku only laughed more. The two Matoran finally reached the Kolhii field. It was flat affair, surrounded by stone seating and two large goal markers. Huki and some other Matoran were punting a Kolhii ball around with their Kolhii staffs, playing a simple game of keep away. “Passing to you, Podu!” shouted Huki to another Matoran as he punted the ball towards him. Podu caught the ball with the cup shaped end of his Kolhii staff, and ran with it to the left of the field. The other two Matoran ran after Podu, the Hau wearing Matoran setting the ball on the ground, bunting it along with the hammer end of his staff. “Hi, Huki!” shouted Maku to her friend. Huki stopped to see Hafu and Maku standing at the gateway to the stands. He stopped running, and raised his hand in the air. “Time out!” he called out to his fellow Kolhii players. Podu and the other two Kolhii players stopped moving around. “What’s the matter, Huki?” said Podu. “Getting tired again?” The other two Matoran chuckled at this. “It’s no laughing matter,” said Huki. Ever since he had been infected by Ahkmou’s Comet Kolhii balls, he had occasional bouts of fatigue. Turaga Onewa had estimated that the effects would be gone within a few months. Maku and Hafu walked down from the stone stands to the Kolhii field, Huki striding forward to meet them. “Hafu, Maku,” he said, smiling. “Just the two beings I wanted to see.” “You’re just the being I wanted to see too,” said Maku, winking at Huki. Hafu cleared his throat loudly. Huki sighed deeply, and said, “Yes, I’m glad to see you too, Hafu. I’d be even happier to see you if you showed up to Kolhii practice once in a while. Or are you still busy running around with that Ta-Matoran… what’s his name… the Chronicler?” “His name’s Takua, friend,” said Hafu icily. “For your information, I’ve been hard at work helping to repair the village. Those Bohrok don’t know how to fix art, I tell you, no matter what those Onu-Matoran big brains tell them.” “Relax, Hafu,” said Huki, patting his friend on the shoulder, “I was just joking around.” Huki took his hand back, and turned to address Maku. “But now I’d like to say something serious.” “C’mon, Huki!” yelled Podu. “Are you going to be talking all day?” “Just a second, Podu!” Huki shouted back over his shoulder. He turned back to Hafu and Maku and said, “Kolhii practice ends in half an hour. Maku, meet me at my hut then. It’s important.” “Alright, Huki. I’ll see you then,” said Maku, bumping fists with Huki. Huki waved goodbye, and went back to his game with Podu and the other two Po-Matoran. “I wonder what he wants to talk about?” said Hafu, nudging Maku with his elbow. “By the way, how’s Takua doing these days?” “Last I saw him,” said Maku, “he was giving Jala a ribbing because Hahli put a flower in his mask. Other than that, our friend the Chronicler seems to be doing just fine. You?” “I myself am glorious as of late!” said Hafu in his usual magnanimous manner. “Thanks to our former enemies the Bohrok, our work has been cut in half. That won’t stop me from working anyway, though. But I am wary of those goat-dogs, the Bohrok Va. They’re… different, than their larger counterparts. That is to say, they don’t run on Krana, and that’s what worries me.” “I’m sure it will be fine,” said Maku. “Ours over in Ga-Koro have been nothing if not servile. It’s like we were never at war at all.” “Just you wait and see, water maiden,” said Hafu, turning to depart from Maku’s side. “Mark my words, the day we let those things into our village is the day we welcomed doom into our home.” Maku shook her head as Hafu walked away. She herself had been wary of the Bohrok at first, but the fear that had gripped her when she had first seen them had gone away, replaced by apathy. But what if Hafu was right? Were the Bohrok and the “goat-dogs” as the Po-Matoran called the Bohrok Va really plotting against them? Of course not, thought Maku as she made her way through the village to Huki’s hut. Our Turaga and the Toa wouldn’t let them into the village if they were a potential threat, right? And besides, even if the Bohrok are plotting our doom, the Toa Nuva will be there to stop them again. This time, more powerful and better equipped than ever before! * * * Huki walked along, his Kolhii staff resting on his shoulder. He had trained hard today. Train hard, play easy, he thought to himself. He approached his hut, glad to be done with practice. It wasn’t that he was tired of Kolhii, but that he had something important to speak to Maku about. And there she is! he thought, spotting the Ga-Matoran leaning in the door frame of his hut. “Hi, Maku!” he shouted to his friend. “Sorry I’m a little late. Goylo didn’t want to stop practicing.” “It’s okay, I’m good,” said Maku, going to greet Huki. They both entered the dimly lit hut and sat down on the curved stone bed, the hut’s sole piece of furniture. “Alright, Huki,” said Maku. “What’s this ‘important’ thing you wanted to talk about?” Huki stared Maku in the eye and said, “Ahkmou.” Maku’s smiling expression turned to confusion, and said, “Wha- what?” “Ahkmou,” repeated Huki, his contempt for the word and the being associated with it obvious. “That traitor nearly killed half the village, and now he’s gone. We need to find him and bring him to face Turaga Onewa’s justice.” Maku nodded grimly, not at all surprised by Huki’s bold declaration. Ahkmou had been a Matoran who had sold Kolhii balls infected with Makuta’s darkness, striking the population of Po-Koro with a deadly plague. Huki himself had succumbed to it, before recovering. Thusly, she understood perfectly why the Po-Matoran was eager to find the traitor. “Do you have any idea where he might have gone?” Maku asked. “I might,” said Huki, glancing out the door. Today was the off day for the Po-Matoran, aside from the guards. What with the Bohrok helping to repair things, they had increasingly more leisure time on their hands. At the moment, it was two hours before noon, Kolhii practice being held in the early morning so as to avoid the hot sun in the afternoon. “You might?” said Maku. “What’s your lead?” “While I was out on patrol with the guard a few days ago,” said Huki, “I ran into an Onu-Matoran named Midak. I struck up a conversation with him, and he mentioned seeing a lot of things, as he spent a lot of time above ground.” “Why would and Onu-Matoran spend a lot of time above ground?” “I don’t know, but I thought he was odd to. Anyhow, he mentioned seeing a Po-Matoran with a Noble Rau heading towards the Papa Nihu Reef. Midak said that the Matoran tried to buy or rent an Ussal from him, but Midak wouldn’t have it.” “So you think that this Po-Matoran could have been Ahkmou?” said Maku. “Yes,” said Huki, standing up on the floor. “I sought out Onepu, and he told me that there’s a cave system on an Onu-Wahi beach that would be a great place for someone on Makuta’s side to hide.” Huki then flashed a dark grin. “You know why?” Maku said, “Because they’re crawling with Makuta infected Nui-Jaga?” “Exactly,” said Huki. There was a moment of silence between the two. Huki then said to Maku, “Well, you in?” “In?” said Maku incredulously, “In for what?” “For going to find Ahkmou!” said Huki, throwing his hands up in the air. “What did you think I was going to ask you to do?” “Slow down there, Rahi herder,” said Maku, holding up a flattened hand. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m not sure that I could go all the way to Onu-Wahi and back before sunset. Turaga Nokama would be really mad at me… again.” “I’ve already talked to Turaga Onewa about it,” said Huki dismissively. “He agrees with me that we have to find Ahkmou.” What Huki neglected to mention was that Turaga Onewa had said that they ought to establish a multi-village search party to find Ahkmou. This wasn’t Huki’s idea of a good adventure, however, and he hadn’t brought it up again after that. “Well, what are we waiting for?” said Maku. “Let’s head out!” “I’m glad of your enthusiasm,” said Huki. “We’re going to need a lot of throwing disks and a couple of dikapi, which my pal Ally can provide.” He got off his stone bed, grabbed full pack lying against the wall, and walked out of the hut. “If you get in trouble with Turaga Nokama, I’ll vouch for you. Besides, with the help of our dikapi, we should be there and back in no time.” The two Matoran walked from Huki’s hut to the Po-Koro guardhouse. There, they found Ally, a Matoran with a brown Noble Ruru. “You say you want to head out to Onu-Wahi?” said the guard. “Alright then. I have your dikapi right here.” He was about to show them to the stables, when Hafu ran up to the three. “Hey, Maku, Huki!” said Hafu, out of breath from running so fast. “Where are you guys going now?” “We’re going on a secret mission,” said Maku as they followed Ally to the stables. In a conspiratorial whisper, she said to Hafu, “We’re going to find Ahkmou.” “Ahkmou!” said Hafu. “You’re going to go with Huki to find that lousy traitor?” “Yes, we are,” said Huki, emerging from the stables with a pair of dikapi. “Isn’t it said that two is better than one?” “Isn’t it also said that a cord of three is not easily broken?” said Hafu, putting his hands on hands on his hips. “I tell you, Huki, I will go with you, wherever you’re going.” Huki paused to think. Hafu was a great friend, a great artist, and a great Kolhii player. He also knew that Hafu had more than proved his mettle as a warrior at the Battle for Kini-Nui a month or so before. “Alright, you can ride with us,” said Huki. Hafu pumped his fist, saying, “Yes!” Huki turned around and said to Ally, “Ally, we’re going to need another dikapi.” “Yes, Huki!” said the Po-Matoran. He ran to the stables, and then came back out with a third of the flightless bird Rahi. “Perfect!” said Huki, taking off his pack. He opened it, revealing a cache of six bamboo throwing disks. “Here, take these,” he said, passing two to Maku and two to Hafu. “We’re going to need them where we’re going.” * * * The three friends rode their dikapi over the sands of Po-Wahi at a very fast rate. Their mounts were widely known for their speed, putting the Ussalry of Onu-Koro to shame. The trio quickly reached the grey landscape of Onu-Wahi, just north of Tiro Canyon, where the Toa had battled a swarm of Tahnok during the Bohrok War. They continued on through Onu-Wahi, taking in the barren countryside around them. It was temperate, but not lush, rocky, but not too hard. Finally, Huki, who was in the lead, brought his dikapi to a halt next to a lone tree, causing Maku and Hafu had come to a stop behind him. Huki dismounted, and tied his dikapi to the tree, saying, “We are here!” Before them lay a small cliff face, indented with a large cave. It was dark within, pitch black for that matter. They were unable to see into it very far. “Is that were we have to go?” said Maku. “Yes, Maku,” said Huki, as Hafu walked up beside him. He took a throwing disk out of his pack, and said to his friends, “Get your disks ready.” The three friends approached the cave warily, keeping an eye out for hostile Nui-Jaga. They slowly walked up to the cave, carefully scrutinizing the entrance before entering. “We’re going to need a lightstone,” said Maku to Huki. “Always prepared,” said Hafu, pulling a lightstone out of his pack. The gold colored stone glowed brightly, illuminating the cave before them. So far, there were not threats in sight. “Let us go forth,” said Huki boldly, leading the way into the cave. They went deep into the cave, searching very corner of its dark recesses, or not so dark, thanks to the lightstone. “Are you entirely sure, dear Huki, that this is indeed the correct cave?” whispered Hafu. “I’m positive,” said Huki. “I scouted this cave a few days ago, and saw an infected Nui-Jaga go into it. If my reckoning is right, we should be finding the traitor in no time.” Just then, a blood curling shriek echoed through the cavern, comparable to the sound of breaking glass. It startled even the three veteran adventurers, who all knew that it could only be one thing. “Nui-Jaga!” said Huki, taking out a disk. “Stay together and get ready to throw your disks!” The monster click-clacked up from the darkness ahead of them, crawling into the light. It was a purple specimen, with two infected Kanohi Pakari on the top of the ends of its forearms. It approached the three Matoran, hissing menacingly. “Hup!” said Huki, hurling a disk at the Rahi. The bamboo throwing disk struck one of the infected masks, knocking it off, before returning to Huki’s hand. Thrown into disarray from the sudden loss of one of its infected masks, the Nui-Jaga spun around in confusion, crawling up the side of the cave wall. “I’ve got the next one!” said Hafu, hurling one of his own disks. He was disappointed when his disk struck not the Nui-Jaga’s remaining infected mask, but its mandibles, which was of no help to him. “Confound it!” said Hafu as he caught the disk on its return to him. “I’ve got it!” said Maku, bravely approaching the giant purple scorpion. With a mighty heave, she hurled one of her disks at the Nui-Jaga, deftly knocking off its remaining infected Pakari. Once the last mask was off, the Nui-Jaga shook itself, before thundering towards the trio. “Look out!” shouted Huki, who dive tackled Maku to the left side of the cave, while Hafu ran to the right wall. Fortunately, Nui-Jaga were slow, and they were able to wait while the Nui-Jaga lumbered past them, screeching as it made its way out of the cave. Huki got off of Maku, and helped his friend up. “Are you alright?” he said to her. “I’m fine,” said Maku, brushing the dirt off of her armor. “But thanks anyway.” “Onward!” said Hafu, taking the lead. The group continued on, carefully avoiding the discarded infected masks, and descended further into the cave. After about ten minutes of walking, they discovered the object of their quest. Hafu spotted Ahkmou first, cowering against the back wall of the cave. The carver’s lightstone lit up the portion of the cave the traitor was hiding in, causing Ahkmou to put a hand over his eyes to block the glare. “P-please!” Ahkmou said, cringing. “Don’t hurt me!” “Oh, we’re not going to hurt you at all,” said Huki, roughly grabbing Ahkmou by the arm. “Not yet anyway.” Hafu grabbed Ahkmou’s other arm, and Huki said, “Alright, traitor. Let’s get back to Po-Koro, shall we? By the way, ‘gone fishing’? Really?” * * * It was slightly difficult to mount both Ahkmou and Hafu on one mount, but the trio managed to do so, saddling their dikapi and heading back towards their village. They rode for about an hour and a half, until the once again came within sight of the village of stone. There, the Po-Matoran and the Bohrok were hard at work, though the Matoran stopped what they were doing when they saw the arrival of the company. They stared in awe as the heroic Matoran rode into the village, with the traitorous Ahkmou in tow. Someone started clapping, and it spread to every one of the crowd, as they began cheering wildly. “Hooray for Huki and Hafu!” said one, while another shouted, “The heroes have arrived!” Still another said, “Maku all the way!” Maku, Huki and Hafu could not help but wave. Once they had entered the village, Huki and Hafu hauled Ahkmou between the two of them to Turaga Onewa’s hut, Maku following behind. The Turaga met them not far from it. He said to the Matoran, “So, this is where you’ve been off to. Ahkmou, eh? I’m very glad to see you, very glad.” He turned to Ally, who was attending him, and said, “Ally! Get some of your fellow guardsman and put our friend Ahkmou in a secure place. I plan to meet with my fellow Turaga to discuss his fate.” “What’s there to discuss?” said Huki angrily as Ahkmou was led away. “He betrayed us to Makuta! He deserves to be pounded into dust!” “Ahkmou’s betrayal will not be without its repercussions,” said Turaga Onewa. “I assure you, he will be punished. But even a traitor may turn a new leaf.” And then, mostly to himself, he added, “I knew one who did.” He then started towards his hut, saying over his shoulder, “In the meantime, we have a more pressing issue to worry about.” “What would that be, Turaga?” said Maku as she and her two friends followed Onewa. “Toa Pohatu Nuva’s symbol has been stolen,” said Onewa. “I have no doubt that the goat-dogs may have assisted in the deed. The guards described the creature who stole it as being like a Bohrok, but looking slightly different.” “What are we waiting for?” said Hafu. “Let us summon the Chronicler’s Company at once! We will track down these thieves and—” “Patience, patience,” said Turaga Onewa. “Honestly, Hafu,” he said, “you have more hot air in you than a Ta-Matoran. Anyhow, this is a terrible tragedy not only in terms of the honor of the Po-Koro guard, but also of practicality. Once the symbol was stolen, Pohatu lost his elemental powers over stone. Meaning that we are now without a hero to defend us.” There was a silence for a few minutes, until Hafu spoke up, saying, “I told you we couldn’t trust the goat-dogs, Maku.” “You might be right, Hafu,” said the Ga-Matoran. “I think- I think I’d better get back to my village, to see if every is alright there.” “One adventure at a time, I suppose,” said Huki. “In the meantime, thanks for everything, you two. I really appreciate you coming with me, sharing in this adventure.” “Oh, it was nothing,” said Hafu before Maku could say anything. “Though, I suppose I’m deserving of some accolade.” “Great beings preserve us,” said Huki, shaking his head, Maku laughing. “Honestly, Hafu, you’re not going to be happy until you get an island named after you.” “I just want my fair share of the glory!” said Hafu to Huki. “I mean, I did help defend Kini-Nui, and I did bring down my own statue to save Po-Koro. I—” Maku shook her head as the two Po-Matoran continued arguing. We’ll never hear the end of it from him, she thought. Oh well, at least we caught Ahkmou, and we did have a good adventure. I guess I’d best be getting back to Ga-Koro now. Here’s hoping Toa Gali hasn’t befallen similar bad luck as Toa Pohatu. One adventure at a time, I guess. Right? The End Okay, so I know BS01 says that Ahkmou fled to Ga-Koro with the other Po-Matoran during the Bohrok War, but I don't think that he would have been so quick to return to Po-Koro. Ah well. I still have my stories. Also, I used Hewkii and Macku's pre-Naming Day names because this story takes place before the Rebuilding and the Naming Day ceremony. Anyhow, C & C appreciated. X-Ray
Custom Hewkii/Macku Plushie?
Click posted a topic in Bionicle DiscussionSo, does everybody remember how in the old MNOLG game, Hewkii and Macku each had plushies of each other in their huts, like above?Well, I was playing through the game, and, like the Bionicle nerd I am, had to wonder if anyone had actually created their own. I've searched the web and found nothing but some old kits and random pictures. If not, I would be interested in buying one from someone who had the time and skill to make one . Plus, possibly something else. :)So, anyone have one?And if this topic could go somewhere else, please move it. I wasn't quite sure where it would go.
Ascent Of Matoran - Water
Ptah posted a topic in General ArtAscent of Matoran This time the ladies are doing it for themselves. An Ascent of Woman as it were, except for Berix. I tried Secondius in the Agori/Av-matoran spot, but a blue helm fit better than a silver one. I also tried another angle shot since the previous one was well received. Keep those comments coming. Three more elements to go. Classic OrderMaku in FrontGali in Front