Note Before Reading: This story has a completely different lore and setting compared to original bionicle. This story only uses characters and certain lore aspects from the original to craft a similar yet very different story. This will be a multi chapter topic. Please give me constructive criticism so my future writes are more competent and entertaining to read. Any lore in this story that is established will not change in future writes.
Summary of Book 1: The theme of this book is unity. This book is the most light hearted and comedic out of all the other books. This act’s main goal is to provide characters and lore that will be further developed in future 2 future books with the themes of duty and destiny. This book focuses more on the heroes. The main character of this book is Lewa. My main goal with this book is to combine the stories and lore of the years 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, and 2006.
Prologue
In the time before time, there existed a great spirit; a being, a place, an idea. It’s name was Mata Nui. Mata Nui’s existence is a mystery, no one knows it’s creator, all that is known is it’s sheer power. Mata Nui, with the help of millions of it’s cells, could have the power to incinerate entire solar systems in the clap of its hands. It’s armor could theoretically withstand the impact of a supernova. And it’s brain could store information since the big bang.
Despite Mata Nui’s massive ability to influence, it was very humble. It would use it’s powers to study others and try to find the origins of its existence. A very tame organism Mata Nui was. It was very careful to let it’s body get damaged in any capacity, it cared for the millions of cells it bore. Mata Nui’s only weakness was it’s immune system, like any organism, Mata Nui could get sick. It would protect it from pathogens which would enter its body, yet one fateful moment would change Mata Nui’s life forever.
A powerful cancer grew in it’s brain. Mata Nui has faced diseases from within before, but this was no ordinary disease. The cancer would bind Mata Nui in a paralyzing state, which would lead him to collapse on a blue ocean planet far bigger than itself. Mata Nui would go on an emergency lock down, protecting it’s bair limbs, chest, and head from rearing the ocean surface. Veins from its body would burst into the ocean surface, spewing magma across Mata Nui’s exposed body parts, eventually forming a chain of islands. Mata Nui would then completely lock down its body into a dormit sleeping state. As this all happened, cells would leak from its body and inhabit the islands it had created. Mata Nui’s cells mixed with the water of the ocean planet, creating the elements of fire, air, water, and earth. Mata Nui would lock most of its life force in a mask, which would act as a defibrillator to the great spirit in times when it’s needed.
Yet the location of this mask remains a mystery.
Soldier Training
The sun awakens on a peaceful Le Koro morning. The orange light emanating from the sun rips the moisture straight from the ground, creating a sultry air across the whole island. Cool air mediates the temperatures of the coast line, creating a savannah like climate to Le Koro’s shores. The warm water crashing down on Le Koro’s golden beaches give the entire island a tropical climate. Logically, most le matoran live in the more mediated climate of the coasts, yet some brave and indigenous souls live more inland, where it rains much more and the climate is more akin to a tropical rainforest.
The morning begins, many le matoran wake up to the sounds of several taraga fretting the strings of their wooden instruments. Many of these matoran view these cute tunes as their alarms for another day in the fields, where they would work and earn money for their families. Just an ordinary day in Le Koro.
Yet, in the city of Le Nui. A strange figure, with a massive smile and an even bigger optimism, marches down the streets.
“Lewa, King of the know-nothings. What job is he pulling today?” One le matoran gossip.
“I’ve heard that he’s going to apply to the army again.”
“The army? I’m guessing Kongu’s prestige is getting to his head again. You know, they used to be best friends”
“No way! A war hero and a clown? Get real.”
Lewa isn’t deterred by the gossip and keeps marching forward, until he comes across a cool rahi on the sidewalk.
“Hey Lewa! What ya lookin at?” Some random le matoran asks.
Lewa: “Well I found this cool crab on the side of the road.”
“So what?”
Lewa: “I haven’t seen this crab before.”
“That’s why you stopped marching?”
Lewa: “Yup, it’s the Le Koro magic, you could always discover a new rahi species by simply walking down the street.”
Many le matoran laughed at Lewa’s strange comment.
“Bingo!” one matoran yelled, mocking the fact that many matoran in Le Nui have an imaginary bingo card in their heads, with all of the strange mannerisms they see Lewa do.
Lewa was undeterred by this laughter and simply marched on to the Le Nui capitol building, where he came across mayor Lesovikk.
Lewa: “Reporting for duty sir! I am ready to go to war sir! I will not be distracted by cool looking rahi sir!”
Lesovikk wipes his baggy face and sighs.
Lesovikk: “Lewa, you kill rahi on the battlefield.”
Lewa: “Oh… well, I’m still ready to go to fight in Ta Koro sir!”
Lesovikk: “Way ahead of you buddy. I’ve already ordered drill sergeant Jaller to pick you up from my office. Also, please don’t call me sir, it makes me feel like I have more responsibility than I’m comfortable with.”
Lewa: “Wait, so this isn’t the boot camp?”
Lesovikk: “No Lewa, it’s down the street.”
Lewa: “Really? I could walk there.”
Lesovikk: “No you couldn’t Lewa! Because it’s actually 20 miles inland from here in a dense tropical jungle.”
Lewa: “So why’d you say it was down the street?”
Lesovikk: “Because who on this island thinks that a boot camp resides in the Capitol building! You think politicians are soldiers or something?”
Lewa: “Well, there’s Vican who used to be a naval officer, Taiki who used to be leader of the Gucko defense team, don’t forget Vira who-”
Lewa is interrupted by Jallers entrance.
Jaller: “I’m assuming this is the Lewa you’re talking about?”
Lesovikk: “Yup, he’s all yours.”
Jaller: “Good morning, I’ve heard a lot of interesting things about you, but don’t worry, I’ll fix you up to be war ready.”
Lewa: “What do you mean by that?”
Lesovikk: “Well guys, I hate to break your greeting, but you guys are gonna need to get out of my office, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.”
Lesovikk then grabs Jaller and whispers to him saying, “Don’t let the ride to boot camp kill ya.”
Lewa and Jaller leave the capitol building and ride in a chariot which is driven by two bull-like rahi called the Kane Ra. These powerful rahi pull the chariot across the crowded and third world city of Le Nui.
Jaller: “Okay… we’re gonna be on the road for a while, so I’m gonna ask you a few questions that you’ll need to answer before we begin basic training.”
Lewa: “We have to take a test?”
Jaller: “Kind of, but don’t think of it in that way. So, what motivates you to become a soldier?”
Lewa: “Well, my best friend Kongu is a soldier. Yes, I know, pretty cool huh?”
Jaller: “I won’t be impressed with you until you’re out in the battlefield, but that is indeed a pretty cool fact. What about him makes you want to fight?”
Lewa: “First off, I was thinking that joining the army would be fun. Hopefully I will get to fight alongside Kongu once I’m out on the front lines.”
Jaller: “So you’re not fighting for any moral reasons?”
Lewa: “Not really, I just kind of need a job.”
Jaller sighs.
Jaller: Okay. I personally don’t like that response, but it’s typical of le matoran such as yourself, so I don’t mind. Usually the army is the last resort when it comes to getting a job, so what have you worked in before?
Lewa: “Oh, I worked as a grass farmer, tree farmer, dish washer, zoo keeper, Husi breeder, camp counselor, fry cook, hall monitor, construction worker, matoran punishing bag, mask washer, professional Kohli player, bathroom monitor, mopper, mailer, shoe po-”
Jaller: “Mother of Mata Nui, you’ve had this many jobs?”
Lewa: “Yup! Here’s my resume-a”
Lewa gives Jaller a book of 60+ jobs, highly detailed, and with reasons on how he got fired from each job. Jaller read one reason after another after another.
‘Great attitude, lazy worker.’
‘Class clowned harder than the students!’
‘Terrible listener’
‘Flirted with every ga matoran in the workplace!’
‘Too sensitive.’
‘Never learns.’
‘Selfish.’
‘A little bit too honest about himself…’
‘Very optimistic type of worker.’
Jaller could sense the guilt oozing out of the pages. He could tell that every boss who left a note in the resume felt bad about it. Jaller gulps and wipes his sweaty mask with his hands.
Jaller: “I didn’t even know that some of these jobs existed. Did you take every job in Le Koro?”
Lewa: “Nope, There’s still a mining job that I could apply to, but that’s not gonna happen because I have a strong feeling that this soldier stuff is going to work out for me.”
Jaller: “I mean, yeah, keep telling yourself that. Which job have you had the longest?”
Lewa: “Hmm… My job as a camp counselor lasted a week. Do you wanna know the shortest job I had?”
Jaller: “pffh I think I’m good.”
Lewa: “When I was a sailor, I accidentally dropped the anchor on the dock, destroying the whole thing. That was only 15 minutes after I was hired and then I was relieved of duty!”
Jaller: “You’re proud of that?”
Lewa: “No, but I believe that we need to get to know each other better in order to get me to become the best soldier I could possibly be.”
Jaller: “Oh my, Lesovikk wasn’t kidding when he called you an ‘interesting character.”
They continue for another 2 hours before finally entering the base. Jaller rushes to the closest fan he could get to, his ta matoran body isn’t used to the intense heat and humidity of Le Koro’s interior jungles. Lewa rushes to where the rest of the other le matoran recruits are.
Airko: “Out of all the matoran out of all of Le Koro, it had to be Lewa who showed up. We really waited 2 hours in the hot humid sun, just so Jaller could give him a ride here.”
Tanma: “Cut him some slack, he doesn’t have his gucko bird license, so he can’t really fly here. And you know how ta matoran are afraid of heights, so it’s not like Jaller was gonna fly a gucko bird to pick up Lewa.”
Airko: “That’s so pathetic of Lewa. Everyone here has a flying license except him, and what’s crazier is that he doesn’t think anything of it. That’s so weird, you know how embarrassed I would be if I hadn’t gotten my flying license yet.
Tanma: “I’ve heard rumors that he’s failed his flying test over 20 times.”
Airko: “And he doesn’t feel bad about it? The other day while I was flying my gucko bird, I was stuck in air traffic. The whole sky was covered in gucko birds, it was as if every le matoran in le koro decided to fly that day. I looked at the ground and saw that only one matoran was walking that day, and you guessed it, it was Lewa. No, he wasn’t walking, he was skipping, like he didn’t care about the fact that he was the only person walking in all of le koro. Doesn’t that feel bad? Everyone he knows is in the skies and he’s on the ground. That’s not a good feeling.”
Tanma: “Maybe it was a good feeling, it certainly sounds better than getting stuck in air traffic.”
Airko: “Good point, but he should at least feel a little left out not knowing how to fly. It’s like he’s stuck in his own world, I have never seen a le matoran so smug. It also doesn’t help that his mask always looks like he’s smiling.”
Tanma: “You think there’s a problem with that?”
Airko: “Yes! That’s a very big problem. He exactly embodies every negative stereotype about us le matorans without having any positive traits. He makes us look bad! Just think about it, a le matoran who doesn’t know how to fly. What kind of nonsense is that. And then on top of that he’s loud, clownish, flirtatious, sensitive, lazy, childish, and always has his head stuck in the clouds. He has no redeeming qualities.”
Tanma: “I don’t know, I kind of like his personality. I can’t hate on him, it’s like hating on a spinax dog. It’ll do things that make you mad, but in the end that’s the price you pay to have something that brightens your day.”
Airko: “What are you talking about? Are you trying to sound like a taraga again? I hate it when you do that. You sound so pretentious. Like yeah I get it, you’re very spiritual and all that, but how are you gonna be a soldier with that mindset? We’re probably gonna be killing rahi and you’re out here thinking about what the taraga would think. Well, the taraga would think that killing rahi is immoral. How are you supposed to kill rahi with that mindset?”
Tanma: “I’ll get there when I get there”
Jaller: “Attention! Everyone, line up in single file rows of ten across this cursed field! If these rows aren’t perfect in 5 seconds I’ll personally kick all your gucko birds home and everyone will have to walk back to Le Nui”
All talking ends.
Jaller: “5!”
Everyone scrambles and trips over one another.
Jaller: “4!”
Outlines of 12 rows begin to appear across the field.
Jaller: “3!”
Lewa gets up after getting trampled on by multiple matoran.
Jaller: “2!”
11 perfect rows are created except 1, because Lewa is still processing the situation.
Jaller: “1!”
Airko: “C’mon Lewa!”
Lewa finds Airko’s row and charges straight for it.
Jaller: “0!”
Airko barely makes it to the row. The only sound audible by the matoran of that field are the rahi noises coming from the jungles and the footsteps of Jaller. Jaller purposefully halts his speech in order to create tension among the le matoran.
Jaller: “Good.”
Everyone takes a sigh of relief.
Lewa: “That was a close one.”
Airko: “Next time you do that I’ll feed you to takea sharks!”
Lewa: “But I-”
Airko: “Shut up!”
Jaller: “Who in the name of makuta dung said that!”
Jaller walks up to Airko.
Jaller: “Was it you?”
Airko: “Sir yes sir!”
Jaller: “Were you asking me to shut private?”
Airko: “No sir.”
Jaller: “Speak up private!”
Airko: “Sir yes sir!!!”
Jaller: “Then who were you speaking too?!”
Airko: “Lewa!”
Jaller then knees Airko in the stomach. Airko crumbles to the ground.
Jaller: “I didn’t tell you to get down private!”
Airko barely rises up holding his stomach in pain.
Jaller: “Only I get to shut matoran up in this facility, do you understand that private!”
Airko: “Sir yes sir.”
Jaller then returns to the front of the field facing all 12 rows. He’s accompanied by two other ta matoran at his side who fan him off and give him water.
Jaller: “My word is concrete in this facility, do y’all understand that?”
All 12 rows: “Sir yes sir!”
Jaller: “Good. Today we’ll only be performing one test to determine soldier viability among y’all. Those who won’t be able to complete this test will be immediately sent back to Le Nui. Does everyone here understand me!”
All 12 rows: “Sir yes sir!”
Jaller: “Now, as many of y’all know, le matoran aren’t the best fighters. From personal experience, every time us fire spitters saw y’all come off the boat from Le Koro, we would say the same phrase every time, ‘Well at least they aren’t ga matoran.’”
Both of the ta matoran beside Jaller laugh.
Jaller: “Thankfully, y’all got matoran like Kongu holding up the reputation of y’all vine swingas in the front lines of battle. Now, I’m here to correct y’all. By the end of today, y’all are gonna be less le matoran like, and more down to the soldier mindset. This brings us to the most prevalent stereotype among y’all airheads. That being your sensitivity. Us ta matoran would often find y’all le matoran soldiers chatting it up at lunch, then see y’all crying on the battlefield. That is a big no no. Which brings us to our test.”
Multiple chariots filled with cages of ghekula frogs appear behind Jaller.
Jaller: “Many of y’all already know what these things are, but for those who don’t know. These are ghekula frogs, they are native to Le Koro and are some of the most beautiful animals in Le Koro. Like any other rahi, sadly these creatures were invented by the makuta, more specifically, created by a makuta named Grekk. Yes, y’all heard me right, all it takes for these creatures to become savage killing machines is for makuta Grekk to set foot on this island and mind control them. Fortunately we have Ga Koro with it’s excellent navy protecting any unwanted makuta interventions on this island, but it’s always best to be prepared, because even the mighty Ga Koro navy can’t protect every island. Sadly many ta matorans live with this inconvenience everyday and have grown up to see rahi as the enemy, because in ta koro, the only way to survive is to kill any rahi you see, and that’s the lesson we’ll be learning here folks.”
Jaller gets a cage, rips the ghekula frog from the cage, and strangles it. Even the most hardened of le matorans watch in complete shock as the frogs’ colors begin to mutan.
Jaller: “And that’s what we’ll be doing today.”
Every le matoran walks up to the podium one at a time to complete their test. Jaller makes sure that whoever’s on the podium has all the le matoran on the field watch them kill a ghekula. Part of the lesson is to normalize the killing that is going on. The length of the test is determined on how long it takes for each le matoran to kill the ghekulas. The test automatically ends by sunset and whoever hasn’t killed a ghekula doesn’ get to become a soldier. Tanma finally walks up to the podium, he is visibly shaken by the process, but does a good job hiding it. He waits 3 seconds and whispers, “For the great spirit.” Before killing his ghekula. Airko congratulates him and goes next. Airko has little trouble killing his ghekula. Lewa is the last matoran to go. It is almost sunset, so Lewa only has a few minutes to kill his ghekula. Jaller hands Lewa the final ghekula. Lewa watches the small rahi play around in his hand, completely unaware that it’s going to die in a few minutes. Lewa stares into its eyes, notices it’s beautiful coloring. Lewa is brought back to a different time. He begins tearing up, then crying, then he starts to bawling.
Lewa: “I can’t do it.”
Jaller: “ahhh boo hoo, let me stage a funeral for it.”
Airko: “That thing can kill an entire family you know.”
Everyone around Lewa begins to cheer Lewa on.
Lewa: “I can’t kill el macho.”
Lewa starts rolling around on the floor crying.
Jaller: “El… what?”
Airko: “Oh yeah, that’s his old pet. When he was younger, he had a pet ghekula that he named ‘El Macho’ which died a few years ago. I don’t think he’ll be able to close this out, he still hasn’t gotten over that.”
The sun then begins to set on a beautiful and ungrateful Le Koro.