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Ykw, that’s actually a good edit, lemme fix that
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Chapter 5 is a long one, but I think it’s worth the wait 
Enjoy!
Chapter 5
It was too late to stop the robots.
Blood and bullet-ridden bodies littered the ground in front of the Council building. They stretched as far as the eye could see, and probably even longer. The fortunate enough Matoran and Agori that were still alive after the massacre were quickly whisked away to hospitals for urgent treatment.
Amidst the scene filled with death and despair were six very stricken looking Toa.
“How … how did this happen??” Pohatu asked, kneeling over the dead body of a Po-Matoran.
Kopaka sat down on the steps of the council building and buried his mask in his hands.
“The RCF was trained not to kill any civilian Matoran or Agori,” Pohatu said sadly. “The only reason why they would do this is because someone gave them orders to.”
“I think it’s time we ask-demand an explanation from the Turaga,” Lewa said angrily, stalking off into the building.
The six Toa walked into the council building with the intention of finding the Turaga and asking them about what had happened.
They stormed into the main chamber, which was luckily sealed off from the mob of Matoran that had tried to storm the building. In a corner they had discovered the six Turaga and Raanu, sitting silently, expressions of varying magnitudes spread across their faces.
“Where’s Turaga Dume? He hasn’t been seen since the morning, much less even been here when the attack happened,” Onua asked.
“What is the meaning of this?” Jaller snapped at Vakama and the rest. “Takanuva and I were almost stoned TO DEATH by the mob!”
Onua lowered his voice and addressed the Turaga. “Look, Turaga, the city is starting to grow suspicious of you. They’re thinking that you had something to do with Nuhrii’s murder. Nuhrii wasn’t just a random Ta-Matoran, he was a key player in the politics of the Opposition Party. We’ve been noticing since last month; it’s as if the opposition party’s leaders are just vanishing into thin air. None of their bodies or even their ashes have even been found; whoever’s been murdering them has done a really good job so far. What makes it worse is that the general election for New Atero is fast approaching. The entire city is suffering, and it’s only a matter of time before their wrath reaches you. You see, I do not know if you were aware of this prior to today, but New Atero has been leaning towards the opposite party for a long time now. Just take a walk in the dark alleys of the city; you’ll see graffiti and negative messages and all sorts of threats scrawled along the wall against you guys. Believe me, I’ve been wandering there on countless sleepless nights. The city is suffering both financially and politically, and unrest and crime have spiked. The Toa are bearing the brunt of this hatred because the Matoran are thinking we are assisting in the murders. If you know something, just please, say it. I beg of you.”
This little speech Onua gave set Vakama’s eyes alight with rage. “Onua, how rich of you to assume we’re the culprits!” Vakama spat at the Toa Nuva of Earth. For a moment Onua could have sworn the Hordika part of the Turaga of Fire had resurfaced, even if for that one split second.
“Vakama!” Nokama screamed. She held him back from attacking Onua. “He’s not saying that!”
Kopaka, ever the silent and stoic hero, finally spoke up. “Turaga, Onua is right. Perhaps you should reconsider the way you’re running things around here. The Matoran, and us too, once looked up to you as idols, trusted elders who guided them out of the darkest times in their history. Now, look at what had happened. A giant massacre had just happened at the hands of the entities you trusted to keep the civilians safe, the RCF. And you’re nowhere to be seen amidst the death and suffering. The Matoran demand an explanation, and rightfully so. It would be in your best interests to address the city publicly about what had happened today.”
Vakama exhaled a sigh of exasperation and sat back down on the floor. “We need to contact Dume about this,” he finally said. “He hasn’t been seen since the council meeting in the morning.”
“I could go to his quarters and talk to him,” Onewa offered. “Brief him on the situation at hand, maybe.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Vakama remarked.
Later that afternoon, as the sun was just setting over the horizon, Onewa made his way across the meandering streets of New Atero to Dume’s small quarters. It was not a big building by any stretch; it was a very modest little house. It showed no indication that one of New Atero’s rulers lived in that house. Onewa rapped on the door with his stone hammer. It was a solid half a minute before Turaga Dume opened the door.
“Greetings, Onewa. What brings you here at this hour?” Dume asked, seemingly oblivious to the events that had just unfolded two hours prior.
“Dume, have you not been watching the news? There was a ■■■■ RIOT at the council building not even three hours ago for Mata Nui’s sake and YOU’RE ASKING ME WHAT HAPPENED?” Onewa barked, the obliviousness in Dume’s voice infuriating him. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Two of our Toa were almost STONED TO DEATH by an angry mob, and you’re nowhere to be SEEN! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?”
“Come inside, Onewa, relax,” Dume said, ushering the Turaga of Stone inside. “Look, I’ve been watching the news,” he said with a tinge of worry, albeit feigned, in his voice. “I’m planning to give a public address first thing in the morning tomorrow. This situation has really escalated out of hand.”
Onewa nodded. “That was what we were planning to do, anyway,” he said, his anger abating.
He lowered his voice. “Dume, the Matoran are thinking that we’re behind the murders happening, especially Nuhrii’s.”
They’re on to something, Dume thought. Best to not slip up and reveal any more clues.
“Do you know anything about this?” Onewa asked.
“No, Onewa. If I knew something, anything about this, I would’ve already alerted the RCF to track down the murderers,” Dume replied.
“What about the other murders that had happened recently? Do you know anything about those?”
“Look, I don’t know anything about this. I’ve already launched a covert investigation with the RCF two weeks ago on this string of murders. I haven’t gotten back a single report containing incriminating evidence or evidence as to who the murderer is. Whoever’s doing these heinous acts has done a really good job of covering it up.”
“Are you sure about this?” Onewa asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Yes,” Dume replied. “I’m sure of it. Listen, If I get anything back, I’ll make sure to let you and the other Turaga know.”
He’s lying, Onewa thought, using his noble Komau.
As if on cue with his thought, Onewa noticed something on Dume’s back wall. Or rather, a series of things. He noticed a series of portraits lining the wall, each of them framed. He also noticed a gap in where one portrait was supposed to be.
“What are those portraits over there?”
“Those portraits? Oh, just nothing important.”
“I’m going to go check.”
Onewa stood up from his seat and walked over to the portraits.
■■■■ it, Dume thought. He’s onto me.
“How interesting, red X’s on portraits, and that too of councilmen that had gone missing,” Onewa remarked. “Explain to me what all of this is. Now.”
Before Dume could resist, Onewa’s noble Komau activated, and suddenly he found himself being willed to explain what had happened to the missing councilmen.
No, I can’t let this happen. I have to fight back! I can’t give in! I – I – can’t – AHHH! —
Turaga Dume tried to resist Onewa’s mental probe to will him to explain, but his mind was just too weak to stop it. Suddenly he found himself explaining the whole story.
After explaining, Dume paused for a few seconds. Onewa brandished his stone hammer and slammed Turaga Dume’s face with it. A crack appeared in his mask, and he was sent sprawling across the floor. The Turaga was snapped out of his mental trance.
“It was you. IT WAS YOU!!!” Onewa screamed. “YOU KILLED NUHRII!”
Onewa leapt onto Turaga Dume in a frenzied rage, pummeling him black and blue with his fists.
“I can explain —”
“THERE’S NOTHING MORE TO EXPLAIN! YOU ALREADY SAID IT ALL!”
Onewa stopped attacking him, grabbed his hammer, and stormed out of the house. Before leaving, he screamed one last final insult at Dume.
“I’m gonna put you in prison, WHERE YOU BELONG!” he yelled at Dume. Onewa then stormed off into the night, undoubtedly heading towards the council building to inform the others of this groundbreaking and horrifying discovery.
After Onewa left, Turaga Dume cursed silently under his breath, and took out his radio dispatcher.
“RCF Squadron 1, follow Onewa. Target heading east, tan Kanohi Komau, brown hammer. Shoot on sight, show no mercy. I’ll be following.”
He replaced his Kiril with a solid black Volitak, and put on a full body cloak. He set out the door with his loaded gun in hand, and took off into the welcoming darkness of the night.
“Let the hunt begin.”
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Ooh
Things’ll get interesting soon
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ooh im excited!!!
This story is getting more and more morbid by the chapter… 
Here’s chapter 6! Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Onewa ran through the dark alleys, one clear goal in mind: Run as fast as possible to deliver the news to his comrades. He had just discovered a shocking truth, and the key to solving the string of murders and putting the murderer behind bars.
We all got betrayed by the one person we trusted, Onewa thought.
“I didn’t know it would come to this,” he muttered under his breath, with a twinge of sadness. “His lust for power.”
“I don’t ever want to look at his face again, that disgusting, sickening, abomination of a being!” he screamed, this time a bit louder.
“And so you shall not,” a voice behind him said.
Onewa stopped in the middle of the dark alley as he turned around to look for the source of the voice. He was stopped in his tracks and his blood ran cold.
Did he really follow me?
Using his hammer as a support, he leaned over and turned his body around. However, when he looked, he could not see anything. Rather, he saw just the really faint outline of a small figure. Even then, the edge and menace in the voice was unmistakably that of an old man out for revenge: Turaga Dume.
“Shoot him,” Dume said. Right on cue, a gunshot rang out and suddenly Onewa found himself in searing pain, as if his leg had exploded. He let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!! MY LEG!!” Onewa screamed.
Right then, another gunshot was fired, and this time his body convulsed with a sickening crunch. The bullet had shattered his spine.
“No—Dume—don’t—do—this,” Onewa gasped. His heartlight was flashing rapidly. “I’ll—do—whatever—you—-say,” he managed to say, despite being in excruciating pain.
“Whatever I say, huh? No, no, no, … your lot isn’t to be trusted. Better off killing you instead,” Dume said, this time turning off his Volitak, coming into full view, the moonlight reflecting off the smooth curves of his solid jet-black mask. His tattered and decrepit cloak completed his disguise perfectly.
“NO! PLEASE—”
“Dear friend, some things are meant to be kept as secrets. Goodbye, Onewa.”
He lifted his gun, and with a resounding gunshot and a revolting crack, shot Onewa in the head.
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wow
that was morbid
also
Don’t MU inhabitants not have blood?
OW THE E D G E
THIS IS SO FUN!!!
it feels like a real bionicle novel
Amazing work!!!
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I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see that
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Fair enough. It is your story after all.
Alright, Chapter 7 is finally here! It took me a while to finish writing it, because I was busy with other obligations. I hope it’s at least worth the wait!
Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Turaga Dume pulled out a bottle of acid from his cloak pocket. He opened the lid and emptied part of its contents on Onewa’s mask. The smooth solid protodermis sizzled on contact with the acid, completely damaging it beyond recognition. He emptied the remainder of it on the dead Turaga’s torso and hands to disfigure them.
He looked up and beckoned for the robots to come down. Their crimson eyes glowed in the darkness, and their metallic sheen was made visible with the reflection of moonlight. Their rifles gleamed in the darkness.
On command, three drones levitated towards the ground, and landed in front of the disguised Turaga and the now heavily mutilated corpse.
“Dispose of the body,” Turaga Dume ordered.
One of the RCF drones aimed their photon ray blaster at the corpse. The robot fired the gun, and as soon as the energy beam left the gun, the body went up in flames. The acrid odor of burning dead bodies wafted into the night sky and through windows.
When the robots turned around to look for their master, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Normally, the robots’ sensors would detect the presence of a Huna or Volitak wearing user, but Turaga Dume was nowhere to be seen, leading the robot cops to believe their master had fled the crime scene.
Lewa leapt with his Kanohi Miru Nuva across the rooftops of residential complexes in the slums of New Atero. Accompanying him was Toa Nuva Pohatu, on a joint mission to track down Turaga Dume and to make sure Onewa is protected. They were given orders by the Turaga to remain covert and stealthy, and to travel unnoticed in the darkness of the night, just in case the RCF was trying to track them down. It had been no secret for quite some time now that the corrupt robot police force had been operating under Dume’s rule, which had effectively made New Atero a heavily militarized city.
They were in the middle of running across the roof of an Agori residence when the smell of something harsh and noxious drifted down their lungs.
“Hey Lewa, do you smell that? It sure smells horrible,” Pohatu remarked, his face wrinkling up in disgust.
“Yeah, there’s a bad-stink coming from down there … looks like some Matoran is burning a dead Rahi,” the Toa Nuva of Air replied.
The two Toa peered over the edge of the building. They saw a large fire burning, but they also saw three RCF drones standing by it.
“What are they doing here?” Pohatu observed. “They’re supposed to be keeping order in the Council sector and monitoring for riots, yet for some reason they just decided to hang out here in the slum sectors and play with fire.”
“I think we should go down-house and look-find what they’re doing,” Lewa replied.
The two Toa started to levitate down using Lewa’s Kanohi when suddenly, one of the RCF drones turned its head around to try to find the source of the disturbance. As soon as it spotted the two Toa descending down from the building, its lone eye glowed bright red.
“MOTION DETECTED,” it said in a flat, monotone voice.
The other two drones, in response to its comrade, aimed their guns at the two Toa.
“FIRE.” The three drones scoped in on the Toa, and began to unleash a volley of bullets.
The bullets just narrowly missed the Toa and bounced on the side of the building, breaking a few windows as they went.
“Looks like they noticed us,” Pohatu noticed. “They want to play dirty, it seems.”
“Let’s play dirty, then,” Lewa grinned.
The Toa landed on the ground, and charged at the three robots. Lewa stretched out his hands and opened his palms out. A gust of air spiraled into a mini cyclone, and it hit the three drones straight on. They were sent flying, and as a result one of the RCF drone units ended up in the fire, which was now burning brighter than ever.
Right at that moment, a stone fist erupted out of the ground and crushed the other two drones to smithereens. Lewa glanced to the side and saw Pohatu leaning on the wall, hands folded, a grin on his Kakama Nuva.
“Easy enough,” Pohatu said, smiling. The stone fist he had created also quashed out the fire on accident, but it had revealed what was burning earlier. It also told the two Toa everything they needed about the source of the strange and noxious odor they caught a whiff of before.
The half burnt RCF drone sputtered as it tried to walk. It stumbled, and fell on the ground. Its fall damaged some very delicate internal circuits, which caused the robot to explode.
However, something else that was charred and burnt caught the attention of the two Toa. They peered down and saw the blackened and burnt remains of what looked like a Matoran. Closer inspection revealed a gunshot wound piercing the Kanohi the figure was wearing at the time of murder.
“What in Mata Nui –” Pohatu started to say.
Lewa picked up an oblong stick that was also burnt and destroyed, and examined it closer. The end of the stick resembled the base outline of a hammer.
“Pohatu, look at this,” Lewa muttered, his tone darkening. “It looks suspiciously like a Turaga’s badge of office.”
“Onewa,” Pohatu whispered, barely getting the word out. “Someone killed Turaga Onewa.”
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oh boy they found Onewa
Oh yes they did … things are about to get messy!
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I’m kinda scared to learn what that’s gonna mean…
Oh god
this is so fun!!!
poor onewa
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Chapter 8 is out! This is my longest chapter yet, so I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 8
The Next Day
Turaga Press Briefing
Turaga Dume was getting ready to give his public address to New Atero about the events that had transpired yesterday morning.
The rest of the Turaga were running around frantically in the council chamber, trying to collect their documents and preparing to give the press statement.
“Where’s Onewa? He hasn’t been seen since yesterday afternoon, and he hasn’t even come yet!” Vakama snapped, frustration showing in his voice. “I tried contacting his mobile device, but he hasn’t picked up!”
“He’s usually the punctual type,” Whenua said. “Something must have happened.”
“He must be sick,” Dume replied. “He’s usually the type to show up on time, but I don’t know why he didn’t inform us. He went home from my house after you sent him to check on me, complaining of a headache and back pain. Better to give him the benefit of the doubt.”
Lewa looked up once he heard these words. Instantly, a rush of anger, grief, and guilt swept through his mind. He was desperately trying to restrain himself from saying anything, believing the best course of action was to break the news to everyone else after the press briefing was over. He was very exhausted after having nightmares and staying awake throughout the entire night over what he saw while on guard patrol for the Turaga.
The four remaining Toa Nuva – Kopaka, Lewa, Onua, and Pohatu, as well as the four remaining Toa Mahri – Jaller, Kongu, Nuparu, and Hahli, sat towards the back of the wall, quietly conversing between themselves. Pohatu sat aside, his Kakama Nuva buried in his hands. One quick glance at Lewa showed his solemn demeanor, which was quite jarring for a Toa who was normally the most playful and light-hearted of the bunch. Kongu was the first to pick up this change.
“Lewa, what happened? You look awfully sober,” Toa Kongu asked. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, e – e – everything’s fine,” Lewa stammered. There was a hint of anxiety and foreboding in his voice. “Just had some dark-dreams last night is all.”
“Are you sure?” Kongu asked, his eyes narrowing. “Pohatu’s been awfully quiet as well since we got here.
Pohatu looked up at the mention of his name, but then went back to contemplating his thoughts silently.
“Pohatu is acting like I usually do,” Kopaka observed. “Something is wrong between the two of them, or something happened involving the two of them, and they are not telling us.”
Right as the conversation was about to continue, Turaga Vakama tapped Kopaka on the shoulder.
“We’re about to give the live address now. You Toa must keep guard in the back to ensure rioters do not storm the building,” he said, solemnly. He then walked off towards the balcony of the Council Building, where all the Turaga and Raanu stood, assembled, in front of the crowd.
Thank Mata Nui that happened, Lewa thought, grateful for the diversion.
He and the rest of the Toa got up from their seats and walked down the stairs, reaching the outside of the building. They stood in front of the giant marble entrance, lined with gold pillars. The building was a symbol of splendor and elegance, shining like a beacon amongst the slums and shanty towns the Council sector was surrounded by. The Toa stood on guard, prepared to quell an angry mob at the behest of the Turaga.
Meanwhile, up above, Turaga Dume walked out onto the balcony, which was lit brightly by the sunlight. He waved to the crowd, and saluted them, being flanked by the rest of the Turaga.
In theory, the seven Turaga and Raanu were joint rulers of the city, with Raanu serving as the representative for the Agori, but it was Turaga Dume who held the most power among the eight rulers. This was until recently, when the Turaga began to act more like a separate entity, opposing Dume’s policies and laws and vetoing them. This created a political chasm, a struggle for power, between Turaga Dume and the others.
“Praise Mata Nui! Praise Mata Nui!” Dume yelled to the crowd, saluting them. Just as many present in the crowd booed Turaga Dume as cheered him on. Despite this, there was an atmosphere of grief hanging over everyone present in the Square of Martyrs.
It took a while for the crowd to calm down for Turaga Dume to begin speaking.
“Yesterday, a really unfortunate and horrible event occurred in front of these majestic steps,” Turaga Dume began. He paused. He was stopped by a group of Po-Matoran yelling.
“Where’s Turaga Onewa?” they demanded.
“Onewa is unfortunately not well. I think he has come down with a strain of the virus that had been circulating through the city recently,” Turaga Dume said. “Back to my address.”
“It didn’t have to be this way. I, on the behalf of my rulers-in-command and myself, extend our deepest condolences to the families of the victims of yesterday’s massacre. I am deeply sorry for what had happened. New Atero, and Spherus Magna, I humbly ask for your forgiveness.” He paused again, seemingly to add depth to his speech. Surprisingly, it was not artificial, and seemed to be coming out of Turaga Dume’s own volition.
“I have commissioned our Matoran Police Force to hand out 10,000 widgets as compensation to the families of each of the 102 victims in yesterday’s massacre.”
As almost seventy percent of New Atero’s population lived in varying degrees of poverty, ten thousand widgets was a sum of money that had the potential to change entire lives.
“This city has problems. It is hardly a secret at this point. This city needs change.”
“And we are working tirelessly to bring change to this city.”
“Corruption, crime, inflation, the list goes on. I give you my word, under our administration New Atero will become a better city than any of you could ever imagine. Already we are seeing a decrease in overall crime across the city, less Matoran are going to jail, and our criminal courts are sitting empty more than ninety percent of the time.”
“It’s only a matter of time before we solve the other problems.”
“Now, I understand there are problems with the RoboCop Force, our artificial robot system designed specifically with the aim of cracking down on crime. I am fully aware that they were the perpetrators of yesterday’s massacre. We know our responsibility of keeping the city safe from systems gone wrong, and so we have decided collectively that changes must be made to the system.”
“In the very near future, we will be scaling back the RCF patrol squadrons assigned to guard the richer sectors. Gradually, this gradual loosening of robot controlled policing will reach the poorer sectors, who will then be replaced by Matoran officers.”
Turaga Dume was interrupted by a scream from the crowd.
“What about Nuhrii’s death?!” a Ta-Matoran in the crowd screamed.
“Nuhrii’s death was very unfortunate,” Turaga Dume said, a hint of feigned sadness creeping into his voice. “It was very untimely.”
“My team assigned to this case is actively working around the clock to find clues. They are interrogating people as we speak, people with known connections to Nuhrii.”
“I promise you, we will give closure to all of you on what happened with his unfortunate murder. Even though he was a member of the opposing political party, it is our duty as rulers to keep the city safe and secure. Thank you to all of you for taking the time to listen to this heartfelt speech, and praise Mata Nui!” Turaga Dume finished his address, which was met with both cheers and boos alike. He and the rest of the Turaga walked back into the building, and out of the view of the TV and news stations that had come to broadcast his address all over the city and the nation.
“Did you really have to lie like that, Dume?” Nokama asked.
“Yes, Nokama, we need to at least protect our public image,” Dume responded, flatly.
The Turaga walked towards their meeting chamber, when suddenly the Toa walked up to them.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Pohatu said, his voice sounding ragged. The discomfort and grief clearly showed on his face. Yet still, he tried his best to maintain his composure. “Come inside the meeting room. This must be kept confidential, at least for now.”
The Turaga exchanged looks, expressions of confusion and puzzlement splayed out on their faces. Without questioning, however, they complied.
Once they had entered the room, Turaga Dume sent out all bodyguards and RCF units, and shut the door.
“Tell us, Toa Pohatu. Voice your concern,” Dume said.
Pohatu fought to maintain his calmness as the rush of very disturbing images flowed through his mind. It was too overwhelming, but Pohatu desperately tried to fight back.
“What’s … the matter?” Matau asked, apprehensively.
“T – T – Turaga Onewa,” Pohatu said, stammering. The grief was just too much to control, and it threatened to collapse him entirely.
“He w – w – wasn’t sick,” Pohatu said. He took a deep breath, and continued. “Yesterday, you s – s – sent me and Toa Lewa on a covert m – m – mission to make sure Turaga Onewa is p – p – protected as he travels to Turaga Dume’s house to reason with him.
Lewa stepped up, a solemn and grim look on his face. “I will never forget what I saw last night. He was not sick.”
“Turaga Onewa has been killed.”
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Oh dang things are gonna get ugly soon
You ain’t seen nothing yet 
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uh oh
things just got out of hand!