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Paula slipped quietly around the corner and through the alleyway, Franklin close behind her. They crouched on opposite sides of the exit, and cautiously, she leaned just enough that she could peer out into the street while still being obscured by shadows. Two people clad in green armor were headed in their direction. Pulling back, Paula nodded, and then crossed the alley to Franklin’s side without making a sound. They waited as the armored footsteps grew steadily closer, eventually bringing the two guards right past the alley. When they had gone five steps past it, Franklin rushed out at them, while Paula began to scale the wall. A cry went out as Franklin drew his knife through a gap in one guard’s armor. The second turned to see what was happening, but saw only an elbow being jammed into his face. The first guard grabbed Franklin’s ankle and pulled him onto the ground; she raised her sword, but before she could lower it, Paula fell upon her, bringing down her tonfa with enough force to smash her victim’s skull into the concrete. She was rendered unconscious, possibly dead. “Look out!” Franklin shouted. Paula turned to the second guard, but found he was backing up. Franklin pushed her—there was a sharp sound, and she looked back to see an arrow embedded in her partner’s shoulder. She now saw the archer wearing green who had appeared further down the street. Looks like our information was off. She raised her tonfa to parry the guard’s blow. Franklin swept in with his knife, cutting his exposed side. “Get her,” he urged, “I’ll hold this one!” Paula stayed low and rushed at her target, who was already running for cover. Meanwhile, Franklin took a stab at his opponent, but the pain in his shoulder was more intense than he expected and prevented him from reacting quickly enough. The guard evaded his blow and dazed him with a punch to the temple. As he fell, he dropped his weapon, and the guard loomed over him with a toothy smirk. Franklin prepared for the worst. To his surprise, the guard collapsed, revealing another person standing behind him. The woman looked to be in her twenties, with brown skin and grayish-black hair that was kept in a short ponytail, wearing a white karate gi with black lining its edges. Smiling, she said, “Hello.” Franklin gaped for a moment, unsure how to respond. When he snapped out of his trance, he recovered his knife and leapt to his feet, brandishing the weapon while he found his stance. “Who are you?” The woman’s smile gave way to a confused frown. “Huh? Why are you pointing that at me?” Franklin took a quick glance up the road: Paula had caught up to the archer, but the enemy wove around each of her swings and reached into her quiver, slashing with an arrow to force her back. When Franklin looked back to the stranger, he realized she was already walking towards the fight. “Hey, wait!” The archer pulled her arrow through the bow. Paula was preparing to dodge, but in the blink of an eye the stranger leapt forward and knocked the archer out with a kick. Franklin ran over to Paula’s side as the newcomer faced her. “Who are you?” Paula asked, raising her tonfa. “My name’s Brynja,” the stranger said. “You can put those away. I don’t want to hurt you.” Paula watched her closely. She made no movements. “…Franklin, get the keys.” Hesitating, Franklin ran back to the defeated guards and searched them. “I haven’t seen you before.” Brynja smiled again and replied, “No, I’m from far away. I was passing by and got curious when I saw that.” She pointed up, but Paula didn’t look. The veil of darkness had covered the kingdom for as long as she could remember, blotting out all sunlight and preventing any of them from leaving—she didn’t need the reminder. “How did you get in?” Paula asked. “The veil was said to repel any attempts made to pass through it. You shouldn’t be here.” Brynja shrugged. “It was tough, but I was persistent.” Paula waited for her to elaborate, but she never did. Franklin returned with a set of keys, and said, “We should go in case more show up.” She stared at Brynja for a few moments longer. Then, with a grunt, she said, “You’re coming with us.” *** The apartment was a single room with only a handful of chairs for decoration. There were a few other people waiting there when Paula and Franklin returned with Brynja in tow—Franklin handed the keys off to one, and then another began to sift through medical supplies while asking about his shoulder. Paula pointed to a chair, and Brynja sat. “Alright,” Paula said, pulling up a chair of her own. “How did you get through the veil?” “I pushed my way through,” Brynja said. “Once I focused my energy I was able to punch a hole in it just long enough to get inside.” Paula still couldn’t believe it, but decided to move on. “Why did you want to get in here?” “I was curious.” “Just curious?” “That’s right. So what is that veil? What’s been going on in this kingdom?” Paula crossed her arms. “…That veil is what keeps us trapped here. It’s what we’re fighting to destroy.” Brynja’s expression shifted a little. It wasn’t much, but Paula got the impression she was listening closely. “Years ago, a woman named Delan took control of this kingdom. She created the veil saying it was for our own protection…but no one feels safe. The streets are always dark like an eternal night, and we’re totally cut off from the outside world: no one inside can leave, and no one outside can get in. Except for you, apparently.” Brynja looked around the room. “Her forces must be very strong, if you have not been able to dethrone her in all this time.” “Taking down a few guards is all we can do. The veil blocks everything—we can’t even channel power from other realms, so we’re left with the limitations of the human body.” Franklin shouted as the arrow was removed. “It even blocks the ability to channel?” Brynja said, putting a hand to her chin. “Hm. I suppose that would make it extremely difficult.” “You don’t know the half of it,” Paula said, gripping her arm tightly and looking out the window. “There used to be a lot more of us, but Delan’s forces just grow and grow. The people here are terrified. We’re forced to carry out our lives within these invented boundaries Delan has created, never having a chance to reach outside our cages—not even being allowed to take one look at what the world outside has to offer. It’s maddening.” She shook her head, and then looked back to Brynja and continued, “So that’s our story. Tell me more about you.” Brynja looked up. “Hm? Oh, there isn’t really much to tell: I’m just a simple traveler.” Her eyes shifted towards the person now holding the keys. “You ambushed those guards for a reason—can I assume you have a new plan of attack?” Reluctantly overlooking the topic change, Paula said, “With these keys we can sneak into Delan’s castle and take her down before she realizes what’s happening. We’re heading out just before dawn, to get in before she notices those guards haven’t come back.” Brynja nodded. “Very well. I would like to come with you.” Paula squinted and tilted her head. “What?” “I want to help you in your mission. I think my skills will prove extremely useful.” “…Why would you want to do that?” Brynja blinked, as if the answer were obvious. “You need help, and I can offer it.” Paula scowled and leaned forward. “I’m not so sure we should trust someone we just met, especially on a mission this vital.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Franklin wrapping his wound. “…But…you did help us earlier, and I suppose we are down a man…” “What is your name?” “It’s Paula.” With a nod, Brynja looked her in the eye and said, “Paula, I give you my word that I will help you take away Delan’s power and destroy the veil. Your cause is a righteous one, and I have sworn an oath to use my powers for good, so please: allow me to help you.” “Your power? I just told you, we can’t channel here.” “I understand that. It will not be a problem.” Paula glanced at her comrades one by one. With varying degrees of hesitation, they each nodded. Groaning, Paula spun back to face Brynja. “…Fine. But if you betray us—“ “I will not,” Brynja said. “Now, is there anything more about your plan that I should know?” *** Brynja kicked down the door and walked into Delan’s audience chamber, finding herself faced with a wall of guards. She quickly surveyed the room: it was a wide circle with green banners against gray mortar, and spaced evenly along its perimeter were tall candlesticks made of gold. At the very center of the room sat Delan, a pale, sickly old woman who looked like she was disappearing into her faded green robes; she stared at Brynja with eyes full of hate and fear. “Who are you?” Delan shouted. “You don’t look like one of my people…” Brynja shook her head. “I’m a traveler from far away. I want to know why you’ve cast this veil over your kingdom.” Delan’s eyes grew wider. “An outsider…you managed to get through?! That shouldn’t be possible!” One of the guards rushed at Brynja. She bashed her fist across his face, knocking him flat instantly. “Please answer me,” Brynja said calmly. “Why did you create the veil?” Enraged, the rest of the guards swarmed her. Brynja ducked and kicked, sweeping three guards’ feet out from under them, and then came up into a handstand and flipped through the air. She landed with her foot on a guard’s helmet, and quickly got to the ground and spun just in time to grab the shaft of a spear aimed at her face. Yanking, she reeled the spear-wielder in and knocked her out with a punch, and then planted the weapon in the ground, dodged a blow from an axe, and dispatched its wielder with a chop to the neck. The guards tried to flank her—she wove around the swords being swung at her, dancing back a short distance before coming forward with an uppercut that flung one of the soldiers back into four more. Thinking they had an opening, the guards on the other side charged. Brynja easily stepped around them and rained her fists down on their bodies. As she looked for more attackers, Brynja heard someone shout, “Get clear!” She spun to see a row of archers emerging from the rear entrance. As they drew their arrows, Brynja extended one arm: bolts of purple light shot from her palm and towards her foes, snapping each and every bow they held in two. Delan finally rose from her throne. “Fall back!” she shouted. “All of you, get out of here! I shall deal with her myself!” Some of the guards hesitated, but they inevitably complied, dragging their unconscious comrades with them. Brynja turned to face Delan expectantly. “You’re some kind of monster, aren’t you?” the queen asked. “No human could get through my veil, much less still be able to channel once inside it.” “Oh, I’m not channeling,” Brynja said. “These powers are mine.” Delan gritted her teeth. “Even more proof of your inhumanity. Whatever you are, demon, I will not allow you to waltz into this domain and assault my people!” “I’m not a demon.” Brynja received no response, however. A wall of glass rose around Delan, encasing her completely, and she began to glow with eerie white energy as orbs of flame appeared in her hands. The candles around the room took on the same color, but curiously, the room only grew darker, and darker, until soon the ring of lights in the background was all Brynja could see. “I see you can bypass the veil’s effects and channel whatever power you want,” Brynja observed. “Then, you took away the people’s ability to channel so that you could keep all the power for yourself?” “Don’t speak of things you don’t understand!” came Delan’s voice. It was clearer than before, echoing all around Brynja. “I crafted the veil to protect my people—protect them from fiends like you!” Brynja reached forward and fired a bolt of energy. It sailed off into the distance, and Delan laughed. “Hm,” Brynja murmured, “so she’s moved?” She stepped forward to make sure, moving her hand through empty air where the glass should have been. She jumped back—a white fireball whizzed past her. About a dozen more flaming orbs were taking shape not far away, so Brynja turned and started running, managing to cover a short distance before the attacks came. She jumped and rolled to avoid the onslaught, and then, guessing where her foe might be, she swung her arm and fired another volley of energy blasts. Fireballs soon appeared nearby, some to her left, others off to her right. So she can definitely conjure them from a distance. Brynja started forward and ducked, transitioning into a slide that carried her far enough to avoid being singed. She got up and kept running, doing her best to stay mindful of her surroundings, but as she went, she noticed something peculiar. Setting her sights on one of the candles in the distance, she broke into a full sprint. Delan didn’t attack, offering only a few chuckles as Brynja ran for a full two minutes before stopping. The candle was no closer than it was when she had started. “This is an illusion power,” she realized. “You figured it out quickly,” Delan said. “But don’t get too comfortable: my flames are very real!” A fiery pillar erupted behind Brynja. It surged forward, and as she rolled out of the way, she thought, I can’t trust my senses. I’ll have to figure out where she is some other way. “You still haven’t answered my question!” Brynja shouted. “Why did you create the veil?” Delan growled in disgust. “I did answer. I crafted the veil to protect my people!” “But from what?” Brynja asked as she evaded more fireballs. “Who is your enemy?” “I don’t know! How can I know who my enemy is in this world? How could I know where they are, or see them coming? It’s impossible to know!” A fireball arced through the air, exploding in a bright flash that blinded Brynja. She felt a searing pain spread over her back, and immediately dropped to the ground and tried to put the fire out. “This world is infinite. A countless number of domains, all connected to each other by paths anyone can travel, filled with people who can draw power from any other realm in existence…all these people have the potential to be my enemies!” A tight circle of flame pillars sprang up around Brynja. She dared not try to rise, instead focusing on enduring the intense heat that washed over her. “Anyone could channel some great power and make their way here, killing or enslaving my people for their own selfish reasons! I’ve seen it—I’ve seen invaders from faraway lands appear from nowhere to kill for sport! I vowed to protect this kingdom, and the veil is the only way I can do that!” “…I see,” Brynja whispered. “Then it would seem there is no way for us to understand one another.” The flame pillars pulled a few yards away and merged together. Delan said, “Indeed. I didn’t think one such as you could understand. The only thing travelers understand is violence…and so I shall speak to you through that.” A form emerged from the pillar: humanoid, but made entirely of green fire, its features all but indistinguishable. Brynja pushed herself onto her feet quickly, crossing her arms as the specter rushed forward and threw a punch. Even when she blocked it, the heat from the fist was too painful to put up with for long; she pivoted and kicked, but her leg merely passed through her foe, dealing it no damage while she only took more. “My soldiers understand,” Delan said. More pillars sprang up nearby. “They are loyal even in death, giving everything they are in service of our people. As their souls leave their bodies, I preserve them in my flames, keeping them as lanterns to light our way forever more.” Brynja shuddered. She backed away from the specter’s blows and retaliated with an energy blast, managing to graze it, and was then sent flying by a spiraling tongue of flame. Hitting the ground hard, she bounced up and stumbled a bit. “So this is why your numbers can only grow,” she said. “It is not your place to decide who gets to pass on. You think yourself a goddess?” More soldiers emerged from the other pillars. Delan said, “They have no complaints. As I have said, I must protect my people, and should the veil fall, these soldiers are the final line of defense. Mortal fists cannot harm unsheathed souls.” “Not our fists, perhaps,” Brynja said, stepping out of her sandals. “But this is not the first time I have fought ghosts. Energy attacks can harm any specter.” “Do you think your measly shots can lay waste to this entire battalion?” Brynja rolled up her sleeves. “No, using only energy blasts would make this extremely difficult. I do enjoy a challenge, but since I gave my word that I would defeat you, I will hold nothing back.” She stood with her feet wide. Curling one hand into a fist, she held her other palm open, and with a deep breath, she beat them together. Purple light flashed down the length of her arms and legs, and its wake, Brynja’s skin had converted into shining iron-gray metal. “W…what is this?” Delan asked, her voice wavering. Brynja swung one arm out. Four small circular bits of metal detached from the outer side of her limb, each exuding violet energy—they flew towards her hand and arranged themselves into a line, and the light around them hardened into the shape of a double-edged saber. Brynja gripped its hilt and hefted the weapon, focusing a deadly glare on the soldiers. “With this,” she said, “I can rend them free of your imprisonment.” She cleaved straight through one before they even realized she was moving. The other specters closed in at once, so Brynja put her other arm forward. Four more bits emerged from it, these forming a circle and generating a small arm-mounted shield. Fiery fists struck the barrier to no avail, and Brynja quickly raised it over her head—those in the rear had lobbed fireballs, which now bounced off of her protection—and made a horizontal slash, cutting a huge chunk out of the enemy forces. She spun forward, moving her shield to block every punch thrown her way, while her sword reformed into a spear. Taking aim at one of the ranged attackers, she hurled the weapon. Not long after impaling the target, the weapon dispersed, and the metal disks zipped back towards Brynja and created a new sword for her. Delan watched in horror as her specters were slain. “These weapons…this is the power of the Valkyries…you truly aren’t human!” “No, I’m still human,” Brynja said, raising her sword. Three of the bits shifted towards its tip, and the energy flowed around them, transforming the saber into a battle axe. “Well…mostly human.” She crushed the soldier before her and threw her shield, which transformed into a boomerang in midair. The projectile circled the arena and picked off the rear guard, meanwhile Brynja leveled the soldiers in arms reach, and soon only a handful of specters remained, eyeing their foe with uncertainty. “W-Why would a Valkyrie be here?” Delan asked. “A god must have sent you, but why are you attacking? A god…wouldn’t want to strike down what I’ve done here…I’m just defending my people!” “I already said I’m not…” Brynja shook her head. “Well, I guess that’s not important. But I think I’ve figure out how to end this, Delan.” Trying to regain her composure, Delan replied, “There is no end, save for your death!” Brynja readied her sword. “You look at the world and see only things to fear, and so you hid your entire kingdom away. You must still be nearby, watching this fight, but you’ve been hiding in what you believe to be the safest place possible.” Turning her sword around, Brynja thrust it under her arm and straight behind her. There was a crunching sound, a scream, and then silence. A few seconds later, the specters burst apart, and the darkness began to lift, allowing Brynja to see the room again. She was facing the door. Directly behind her, Delan stared at the blade mere inches from her stomach, and the hole it had punched in her glass shell. “You have lost,” Brynja said. Her weapons vanished, their metal components returning into her arms. In a flash, her limbs were flesh once more. Delan sank to her knees. Tears started to emerge from her eyes, and she said, “I’ve failed…I’ve failed my people…” “You did that long ago. You had good intentions, Delan, but this was the wrong way to protect your people.” “Is that the judgment of the gods?” Brynja wasn’t sure how to answer that. In the end, she said nothing. *** Paula turned her hand over, watching yellow sparks dance around it. She took a step out from under the balcony—it would take a while for their eyes to adjust to proper daylight, she imagined, but she still wanted to try. Blinking rapidly, she looked up the street to see Brynja approaching. “Thank you,” Paula said as soon as she was in earshot. Brynja grinned. “I was happy to help! So, are you getting the hang of channeling?” Paula clenched her fist, and electricity burst around it. “Yeah, I think I’m starting to pick it up.” As she came closer, Brynja stopped. “What will you do with Delan?” “Well, we can’t exactly let her go. We’ll just have to keep her under close watch.” “Indefinitely?” “At her age, I doubt it’ll take that long.” “Oh. Maybe.” Paula stepped back under the balcony, taking a moment to rub her eyes. “I just can’t understand,” Brynja sighed. “Huh?” “Delan. I can’t understand how she can only look on the world with fear.” “I find that hard to believe. If you’re a traveler, then you must have seen plenty of bad people in your journey.” “I have. I’m not saying there aren’t bad people out there—there are plenty of them. But Delan looked at this realm and saw infinite evil.” Brynja looked off into the distance. Paula tried to follow her line of sight, but she didn’t see anything in particular. “Okay, I’ll bite. What do you see?” She took a moment to think. Then, Brynja shrugged, smiled, and said, “I guess I don’t know either. But I want to. That’s why I’m traveling: I want to see as much of this infinite world as I possibly can. So many places, so many people, so many powers and cultures and ways of thinking—I want to see it. An endless, beautiful infinity…I don’t see how anyone could look at it and feel anything but wonder.” Paula laughed. “You’ll never be able to see all of it. We humans are mortal, after all.” Brynja continued to stare forward, her smile widening and her eyes lighting up with pure awe and excitement. Paula tried again to see where she was looking, but as best she could tell, Brynja was just staring at the horizon. “…Maybe it’s just because this is my first time seeing the horizon,” she said quietly, “but…I think I have an idea of what you mean.” Brynja turned to smile at her. “I hope you enjoy the world that’s just opened up to you. I know I have. Good bye." With that, she continued down the street. As she watched her go, a strange feeling came to Paula, an inkling that she wouldn’t see Brynja again. Well…you never know. As she was about to head back inside, she saw someone standing on the roof of a nearby building. It was a woman, somewhat on the short side, and she wore a coat that looked like it was made from the scales of a reptile. She watched Brynja with an odd smile on her face. Paula stepped out to say something, but had to shut her eyes to adjust to the sunlight. When she opened them again, the stranger was gone. Must be seeing things. She took one last look at Brynja, but the traveler never turned back as she disappeared beyond the horizon.
hi, im phinto. i have been away from bzpower alot, but i need everyone into joining me into making the animated version of the saga comics. with Ids5621 bringing voice actors from onipex and friends. as well as other youtubers of moc stop-motion videos of bionicle animations... the first saga comics had a transcript. phinto tells the story that happened after the events of the bionicle story ended, then finds the entire village under attacked by yellow, brown, and blue rahkshi. meanwhile onipex and jevik are the only ones left until yellow rahkshi barged in. with the help of blue rahkshi, there captivated and then stops to see why are all the rahkshi defeated one by one? unknown to then until they have been ambushed by matoran lead by phinto's friend while phinto fights the kaita-xoh (3 headed fusion of blue, brown, and yellow). you will read arrest of my available comics below. anyway i need users that ca do voice overs for my 3D animated video. (3D animator/artist) (OPEN) (voice overs) (OPEN) phinto = ____ wairu = ____ jevik = ____ onipex = ____ yellow rahkshi = ____ kaita-xoh = ____ if you have anything i need PM me! -phinto64
When Aivren died, Esh used his brother's armor to refit and rebuild his combat vehicle into the SCE-GEAR (Speed Combat Engine - "Ghostly Enigma" Armor Refit). They say that as vehicle and pilot, the two were nearly as dangerous as they had been when Aivren was alive. MOCpages flickr While this is not one of my best builds, it's still the best vehicle MOC I've made in a long time, so I'm pretty happy with it. Feedback is appreciated.