Note: This topic will only make sense after reading the the Bionicle Book 1 Unity: Ta Koro. This story is meant to introduce new characters and show more world building. Once again, this story is my interpretation of the bionicle story and isn’t canon at all. The primary focus in this section is to show Ta Koran culture and more makuta stuff. Please inform me of any grammatical errors or story inconsistencies so I could learn to become a better writer.
Krika arrives on Makuta Nui’s black beaches. They would be a tourist spot for ga matoran if the island wasn’t inhabited by makuta and rahi. Despite the beautiful beaches, Makuta Nui is a cold arid wasteland. Its location sits at the top of the known matoran world. Due to its northerly position, the island gets little heat compared to the much more southerly tropical island of Le Koro. Additionally, the island is the second smallest out of all the continental islands in the known matoran world. It’s barely larger than Ta Koro and half the size of the matoran capital island of Mata Nui. Despite these major downsides, the island contains plenty of desirable traits as well. The islands agricultural status is terrible, but the makuta constantly create rahi to till the land in order to make it sustainable for some crop production. These rahi are species specifically designed for this environment and can eat any of the shrublands and grasslands located on the island. The island also contains massive amounts of protodermis, which they smelt into liquid. With that liquid protodermis, the makuta use it as building blocks to their own rahi creations. The metal can also be easily preserved, due to how makuta can simply reuse dead rahi to create new life. As a result, the makuta have an army that feels infinitely oppressive, never being able to completely go away. The island’s location reeks of many benefits as well. The island’s position directly above the island of Mata Nui and beside the islands of Ta and Onu Koro is very advantageous. The island is closest to Onu Koro, which is the reason why certain small areas in the isolated northern part of Onu Koro are colonized. However, the island is still difficult to completely take over due to its tremendous size and rugged terrain. The real fruits of its location come from the ocean currents. The ocean currents around Makuta Nui lead directly to Ta Koro and Mata Nui. This has led to the makuta having an easy time attacking the matoran, without facing much retaliation. Due to this incredible advantage, the Ga Koro navy needed to have a strong presence around the region. Sadly, Ga Koro is very far away from the region, which means that they have to prioritize protecting the island of Mata Nui over Ta Koro. Makuta Nui’s final advantage is its rocky terrain. The rocks allow the makuta to make easy forts and castles across the coast, because of this, almost the entire island is one connected castle.
Exhausted, Krika’s rahi collapsed on the beach to rest. Krika however, is determined. He carries the spinax dog which was mutated by the mask of life and takes it with him. He runs towards the escarpment ending the beach. He takes an elevator and rises to the castles and forts above. He quickly marches through the halls. Through the halls, Krika brushes by multiple makuta and rahi, one of those makuta being a wasp-like makuta containing four arms and two inverted legs. She has a proboscis for a mouth and four wings enabling her the ability to fly. Her name was Gorast. As she opens her bedroom door to start a new day of rahi building, she encounters Krika speedrunning the halls.
Gorast: “Huh, Krika’s back from navy duty.”
An indifferent expression then transforms into a paralyzed glare. Her dichoptic eyes widen and her mask scrunches. She looks back at the calendar in her bedroom, as feared, she finds her name next in line for navy duty after Krika. She rushes out the door and catches up with Krika.
Gorast: “Wait a minute! You’re not supposed to be here.”
Krika: “I know.”
Krika continues to walk, ignoring Gorasts presence.
Gorast: “So why ya here? From my estimates, it would be improbable for you to have circled around all the Koro’s that quickly.”
Krika: “That’s because I didn’t. Check this out.”
Krika then shows Gorast the rahi.
Gorast: “Oh my, is that a spinax dog? Poor thing. What happened to it?”
Krika: “The Ignika, that’s what happened. As I was journeying south, I witnessed a giant beam of light shoot up from the sky in Le Koro. I sent Niazesks to observe what was happening, and as I believed, the mask was there, in the hands of an irresponsible le matoran. Technically it was only a piece of the mask, but still the mask. As I invaded the island, this is what happened. One of the rahi I took over on Le Koro was horribly mutated, I assume by the mask of life. There, That’s my reason for being here. You happy now? You still think I should have continued with my navy duty stuff?”
Gorast: “Yes sir. What makes you think that’s a good enough reason to forfeit your duty? How are you sure that rahi wasn’t just burned? Besides that, where’s your evidence?”
Krika: “On Mata Nui, why you like this?! I get it, you don’t want navy duty, no one does. But this stuff is important, you of all people should know that this is a matter which Teridax needs input on.
Gorast: “What if it isn’t the mask?”
Krika: “What if Teridax doesn’t love you?”
Gorast slaps Krika and then looks away in a subtle sadness.
Krika: “Jeez, just let me talk to Teridax in peace!”
Gorast: “And how are you gonna do that? You can’t just confront him, he always confronts us.”
Krika: “I guess I’m just gonna have to wait for that?”
Gorast: “Hey, I got an idea. While you were gone, we created a new room where it would be easier to contact Terry. It’s like a room which evokes Terry’s presence, it’s really weird.”
Krika: “You think that’ll be the fastest way to contact him?”
Gorast: “I know that’ll be the quickest way to contact him.”
Gorast leads Krika to a room filled with spare rahi limbs. Gorast leads him deep in the room.
Krika: “Oh no. I see where this is going.”
Gorast locks the door, leaving Krika in the dark room. Krika bangs on the door screaming.
Krika: “Hey! Let me out!”
Krika gives up knowing that someone will eventually unlock the door. Krika begins speaking to himself.
Krika: “This is so annoying and it’s even more annoying that I keep falling for this crap.”
Krika then hears a loud thunder sound. It was so unnatural. He turns quickly to find himself in a gloomy swamp, with a storm raging over his head. The switch was so random. A second ago, Krika was stuck in a dark room with rahi limbs, the next he would be drowning in mud with rain so furious that it felt like hail hitting against his bare body. The storm was a furious hurricane. He pulls himself out of the mud and begins climbing one of the many trees in the swamp. Once he climbs to the treetops, he stares at the sky. Maybe Gorast’s coincidence had unintentionally brought Krika to exactly what he wanted. Each lightning strike from the sky was like writing. Each strike and the thunder which followed it was like information being sown into Krika’s mind. Krika would yell at the top of his lungs to the sky. Asking about the mask and what Teridax wants him to do with it. In response, lightning would shoot from the sky, imprinting all the information in Krika’s head. Then, suddenly, the storm stops. He returns to the room as is interrupted by the door opening. Two makuta stand at the door frame. Gorast, who looks disappointed with how fast her prank ended, and Antroz, a vampiric looking makuta with a key in his hands.
Antroz: “Sorry about that. She’s been acting annoying recently.”
Gorast: “Why are you wet?”
Krika’s heavy breathing and paralyzed demiener switches back to normal. His body begins to relax.
Krika: “Uhh, well your prank actually worked. I just saw the big guy right before you guys came to save me.”
Antroz: “Nah, there’s no way. This mask stuff must be really important then. You must be jealous, Gorast.”
Gorast: “A little… So, what did he say?”
Krika: “The news isn’t good. Mata Nui’s dying from his sleep. So there’s no option. One way or another, we’re gonna have to revive Mata Nui. So, Ignika’s discovery is actually a good thing. However, Teridax wants us to steal the mask and bring it back to Makuta Nui. He trusts us more with the task of reviving Mata Nui more than the matoran. Our game plan for now is very situational. Teridax wants me to lead the capture of the Ignika, but emphasizes that that’s still not our priority. He’s more concerned with us winning the war before the Ignika is fully restored. For this operation, I’ll need at least enough rahi to fit in a razor whale and someone named Nidhiki. You guys know who that is?”
Gorast: “Oh… That guy?”
Antroz: “We know who that is. Follow us.”
The makuta traveled to the center of the island, where there remained a bell tower.
Antroz: “He lives here.”
Krika: “Oh he’s the bell guy. How come I haven’t seen him?”
Gorast: “Because he isn’t needed. He can’t make rahi, he’s basically as smart as one, he-”
Antroz: “Gorast! Not the time.”
They climb the bell tower and knock on Nidhiki’s room.
Antroz: “It’s me, Antroz. I’m here with someone who wants to be your friend.”
Nidhiki: “Friend? Friend…”
Antroz looks over at Krika.
Antroz: “He’s all yours.”
The door opens and a giant claw grabs Krika, pulling him into the room.
Nidhiki: “Hello. My name is Nidhiki, it’s nice to meet you.”
Krika: “Hey, nice to meet you too. By the way, can you put me down?”
Nidhiki immediately puts Krika down and apologizes. Nidhiki was something odd to Krika. He can only be described as ‘built different’. He was quadrupedal, with four dagger-like legs, almost like a spider. But his torso resembled something of an oversized matoran, which led to his hideous arms. His arms were like ordinary arms, but with gigantic claws as a replacement for hands. Working up to the head, Nidhiki’s head shape was like a mix between a serpent and a spider, yet a very mutated kanohi could still be made out from his disturbing face. Antroz walks over to Krika.
Antroz: “I’ll explain what’s going on to him.”
Antroz walks to Nidhiki and talks with him privately. Krika sits on an uncomfortable wooden couch. On the couch he looks around Nidhiki’s room. It was filled with mysterious items. Krika sees a triangular plate hanging from the wall. The plate contained a symbol of the kanohi Kraahkan, with a red background. It was a makuta tablet, an item reserved for Teridax’s most loyal regents. Mannequins were everywhere, with makeshift kanohi on them. He could even see a mannequin with his kanohi on it. Krika also saw a painting hanging on a wall. The quality was mediocre, but he could tell exactly what was going on in it. It was a painting of all the makuta including him. At the left corner of the painting, layed a black jagged stone, he’s guessing that that was supposed to represent Teridax. In the center of the portrait was Nidhiki himself, happy and the center of all attention. After a second look through, Krika began to realize that all the makuta in the portrait are looking at him, with happy faces and open arms.
Gorast: “Creepy place huh?”
Krika: “So this is the makuta who rings the bells every morning?”
Gorast: “He’s not a makuta.”
Krika: “What is he then?”
Gorast: “I have no clue. Some say he’s one of us. Which… I mean, I know we look nasty and all, but he’s no makuta. He can’t even make rahi. Some think he’s an intelligent rahi, which is possible. But I haven’t seen a single one of us be able to mind control him, so he ain’t that. Terry thinks he’s a makuta, so make due with that information as you please.”
Krika: “He’s a makuta, if Teridax has that much respect for him, then so be it. Does he ever leave the bell tower?”
Krika: “Lucky, we could only wish to have a job this easy and still be respected.”
Gorast: “Honestly, I disagree. He never sees any of us.”
Krika: “He doesn’t know how much of a blessing that is. There’s some makuta here you’ll never want to see.”
Gorast: “Hey, what is that supposed to mean?”
Antorz and Nidhiki revisit the other makuta.
Antroz: “Okay, he’s on board.”
Nidhiki: “Reporting for duty, Krika sir.”
Krika: “Just call me Krika. Now let’s leave this rock.”
Everyone ventures down to the beach again. Krika is supplied with multiple rahi and gains an actual ship.
Antroz: “It’s a stolen vessel from the ga koran navy. You guys will be needing it for your journey.”
Nidhiki: “I wanted to ride in the razor whale.”
Krika: “No you don’t.”
Antroz: “This job would be easier with the boat. Krika, good luck on your mission. Say hi to Icarax when you get to Ta Koro.”
Krika: “Sure thing.”
Note: This chapter is inspired by content such as The NeverEnding Story and the Hunchback Of Notre Dame.